Monthly Archives: April 2013

A WOMAN’S BODY

This poem at The Danforth Anchor is absolutely terrific. I thought I would share it with all of you. Enjoy!

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A woman’s body
was built to bring forth life. . .

but it may not always be
of the usual type. . .

she’s also shaped
to allow for
nurture
and raise some ones
to build a future. . .

but this isn’t always
just the issue
of womb-filled hips
or milk duct tissue. . .

the love radiating
from her heart,
then maybe
through her head. . .
her silver tongue
or golden pen
or sweetly singing lungs

or shoulders strong
that can carry many burdens
to let others
move more swift along. . .

No one can say–
not even she,
before it’s done–
how all of this will written be–
her whole life-that-brought-forth-life
story.

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Glean What Truth – A Tanka

Glean what truth you can

From this haggard earthly soul

Worn by life’s torment

For mortal time is finite

By natures perfect design

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Opportunity

Opportunity

Who are the fortunate ones

Who will be left out

No question more pertinent

In this most troubled of times

Was this the promise

Is this all we should expect

For all the effort

To be let down by country

When it’s help is needed most

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Optimism – A Haiku

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Image Credit: my.englishclub.com

I bask in sunlight

Seeing hope where others fail

Timeless optimist

~

~~ Dominic R  DiFrancesco ~~

Foster Only Truth – A Tanka

Foster only truth

As you travel this lifetime

Like the gift of love

It is free for the giving

To those who venture the search

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Walking Away

Walking away,

Withdrawing into my conscience as my conscience dictates.

~

This water-cooler talk, here say, utter nonsense,

Tearing down the fabric that binds us;

Serving agendas of personal gain or revenge

Humiliation or mistrust.

What purpose does this serve?

Certainly none to better our kind.

~

I neither want nor take any part in these juvenile games,

As I have been victim myself on more than one occasion.

Few can pronounce they have not I propose.

~

Harken back to the embarrassment, the anger, the trauma;

Was this pleasurable—most surely it wasn’t.

What pleasure can be derived by such caterwauling?

None I submit, but momentary satisfaction

followed by regret and sorrow if your heart yet beats.

~

Would not your energies better serve kindness and generosity

than the degradation of our comrades?

~

Would it not be better to think before we speak?

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shadows Loom Larger

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North Korean fence line
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Shadows loom larger

As an unsteady peace wanes.

One side posturing,

Flexing behind high fences,

Extorting the world with fear.

 Brothers and sisters,

Born of the same lineage

Cry from the sidelines

Over a 60 year old feud,

Asking…Will it ever end?

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Question of Significance

You see me on the street, but you do not see me.

I am, but a speck of dust caught in the beam of a streetlight.

Insignificant in this grand and glorious scheme,

But not so insignificant to those who cherish me…as I cherish them.

Mother as I to my wife…wife as I to my daughter,

Father as I to my son…all cherish me, as I them.

Miniscule in this tidal pool of humanity as I may be

This robe I wear befits all that breathe this air,

Fed from the heartlands fertile soil,

Pleasure in grain-fed fowl or grass-fed cattle.

In you dear friends, I see a reflection of me in your life-worn faces;

Neither success nor poverty can separate us in our final hours.

You as I shall become equal to the grasses blade,

The acorn and maple leaf, meal worm and maggot

Shall all become our equals as we return to the earth whence we came.

There is no escape from this inescapable truth.

Though you persevere to nullify my worth, you can not;

For my worth lies not in your perceptions,

But in those of they who loved me.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Simpler Life – A Tanka

gandhi

A simpler life

Could any of us live it

Like that of Gandhi

Living in moderation

Among the less fortunate

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Mind In Torment – A Tanka

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Image Credit: rooseveltcampusnetwork.com

A mind in torment

Severed from reality

Ignored as damaged

An illness to be treated

Not labeled as defective

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~