Fortress Strong

Sealed up tight in fortress strong

Awaiting horrors start unknown

For eons this a battle long

Beauty in tragedy time has shown

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Landscapes ravaged, void and burned

Brown and black the palette chosen

Man controls, but has not learned

In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing

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Yet in the wake of this terrible scourge

A million lives behind armor are born

Without so much as a prod or an urge

This called home on land war torn

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A tiny life out of ashes protrude

This progeny will not struggle alone

Natures mysteries through pain they exude

In beauty birthed of the lowly pine cone

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     ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

God’s Symphony – A Tanka

Clouds gather around

Distant sound of thunder calls

Inviting the rain

A dance chaperoned by nature

Waltzing to God’s symphony

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Life’s Drama

As drama unfolds

Hiding insecurity

I am wondering

Why do I question myself

When I should just be happy

This tears at my soul

Leaving a hole I can’t fill

Even though I try

Can this be considered fair

In the grand scheme of my life

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Spirits Journey – A Tanka

This journey followed

One created for myself

Existed within me

Born before my date of birth

In the universal mind

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Rising From Despair – A Tanka

Rising from despair

To find solace in living

As part of this world

Vital as air and water

The creator of my fate

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pain Of Loss – A Triolet

The pain of loss doth help one grow,

Though for a time a seeming lie.

— A truth of life one surely knows

The pain of loss doth help one grow,

In time tears departed surely show,

   That living breaks deaths scheming lie

The pain of loss doth help one grow,

Though for a time a seeming lie?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

AUTHORS NOTE: I thought I would give a new (old) form of poetry a try.  This form is called a triolet and dates back to 13th century France.

This Journey

This journey,

One traveled by us and all that came before,

Has been paved with blood,

Watered with sweat,

Graded with pain,

Sprinkled with joy;

This road is the only one we know.

Although different obstacles may impede our way,

Cause one to stumble while another may fall

And allow another to wander a street paved with gold,

This road must begin at our beginning

And end at our ending regardless of effort,

Caring not how long it takes

Or what treasures we collect along the way.

Our intention alone is to live well in this, our reality.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Buried Within – A Tanka

Buried within me

I found what I thought I’d lost

A love for myself

Long hidden by a facade

The time has come for release

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Cable Car

San Francisco Cable Car Image Credit: commons.wikimedia.org

San Francisco Cable Car
Image Credit: commons.wikimedia.org

Click, clack

Sound of wheels on steel track.

It’s passengers seated and sideboard hanging,

Drawing in closely to avoid shoulder banging.

Laughing and smiling as hills fall and rise,

Joy of the children as they stare with eyes wide.

This slow moving coaster, it navigates with ease,

Tourist and locals, all does it please.

One low fare takes you beginning to end,

As seen in the movies, I would do it again.

The cable cars roll through picturesque streets,

Shops and restaurants prove such unexpected treats.

Mixing worldly cultures all living as one,

A city composed of diverse brethren.

This beautiful city a diamond on the bay,

Visitor or immigrant so many have stayed.

Whether riding the rails, up and down dip,

Or walking the streets, such a glorious trip.

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

 

Time for Making Time – A Tanka

Time for making time

To do the things that one loves

What ever that is

Like the wick of a candle

Whose end burns ever closer

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~