Monthly Archives: January 2013

A Leap Of Faith

A leap of faith,

Whether in love,

Whether in life,

Whether at death,

Waking is to plummet,

Headlong into the unforeseen.

A mystery without end,

Until we breathe our final breath,

Meeting whatever fortune,

We so feverishly wove,

Through thoughts and deeds,

Living absent of tomorrow,

We cannot know,

We cannot want to know,

What fate awaits,

On our final day.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

No Time for Regret

Peering through the haze of a looking glass,

Scrutinizing the life I watch rush past.

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Questioning choices is easy in hindsight,

Without benefit of knowing what’s wrong or what’s right.

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The consequence of actions whether good or bad,

Must be accepted since thats all that we had.

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Shy of vision to see into the future,

We’re left to chance of nature and nurture.

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Through failure and success our horizons expand,

Experience alone not parlor tricks or slight-of-hand.

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Moulds who we are for better or worse,

In this life that we live that at best is quite terse.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Criticism

Criticism,

Painful at first blush,

Until you peel away the layers,

Exposing a vulnerable core,

Where some bit of truth lies,

The abrasion is only momentary,

Shallow and unremarkable,

Healing once embraced,

Allowing growth of mind and spirit,

Reinventing that which faltered,

Strengthening all that we are.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Aberrant

Ire stabs at the heart,

Drawing blood,

Cuts and barbs of abhorrence,

Scarring the flesh,

Raised and angry,

Wounds won’t heal,

Relentless punishment,

Begging forgiveness is futile,

Shattered trust is rarely mendable,

Crawling through broken glass,

Is preferable to this agony,

It is not to be,

Absolution inconceivable,

Betrayal has set course,

Seeking love,

In the arms of another,

Aberrant.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Rose

The rose,

Petals clutched tight,

Withholds the beauty of it’s flower.

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Quietly she waits,

While lovers challenge for affection,

In hopes of unlocking her secrets.

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She does not reveal these secrets easily,

Preferring games,

Teasing those hoping to have the key.

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While the courtship continues,

She revels in the chaos,

Hiding what lays behind her silken robes.

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She is not modest,

Nor shy in spite of appearance,

Instead she is a manipulator.

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Prickly and pretentious,

Gladly drawing first blood,

Before confessing her undying love.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~