Monthly Archives: February 2015

The Spark Extinguished

The spark extinguished,

There is no kindling to reignite the flame.

Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds

Until nary a trace can be found.

What proof is there that it ever really existed

That it belonged to this dimension.

Attempts to congeal fail

As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.

Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,

Insignificant and unimportant,

This would be wrongly assumed.

We would not know this place without them,

So intertwined is all matter

That without the most minute speck

Life would be forever altered from this reality.

There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,

From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly

To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,

Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…

Under Heaven.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Nature Comes Alive (Haiku)

Nature comes alive

With the first sliver of dawn

The morning commute

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I’ve Been Called Foolish (Tanka)

I’ve been called foolish

Unconventional, dreamer

Happiness abounds

Maybe that is my secret

To living a joy filled life

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Each Second-hand Tick (Senryu)

Each second-hand tick

A chance for reinvention

The past is the past

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Close Your Tired Eyes

Close your tired eyes

Quiet your exhausted mind

A surprise awaits

He has been there all along

Since the very day of birth

Too busy to see

He sat back and simply watched

Waiting for the time

Now in your silence he speaks

Hello my child…I Am God

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Americana

Americana

Traveled by ghosts of the past

Old Route Sixty Six

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Jigsaw Puzzle (Senryu)

 

A jigsaw puzzle

This is the life that I lead

Trying to fit in


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lover’s Broken Heart

Lover’s broken heart

What thrives in the aftermath

But bitterness…hate

Weeds choke off one’s passion

Leaving nothing but wasteland

In trepidation

Pain foments until putrid

Romance the victim

With trust shattered like blown glass

The wounds bleed until bled out

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Angels And Demons

Angels and Demons

Share in this magical place,

This world of man.

What lies between us and them

Is a thin vail disguised as faith.

The faithless believe

There is no God, no Heaven,

There is no Hell, no darkness,

No Lucifer, no Angels,

No war between good and evil,

But they are just fooling themselves.

Call upon them, will them into the light

And they will surely make their presence known.

Look out your window, read the news,

Remember your best and worst dreams,

You will see the unseen at work.

Deny they exist if you must,

But know they live,

Just beyond the reach…

Of your five mortal senses.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Listened

I listened, held my breath,

In between the whir of passing cars

I could here the sound of sparrows.

How strange this seemed,

As if I had never heard their song before.

Perhaps my ear has become more finely tuned,

Nay–very unlikely I suppose.

No, it is more likely that I shut up my mind,

Its incessant ramblings over things of little importance

Worries of work, family, responsibilities,

All imposed by me and this cursed ego.

For a brief moment there was blessed silence.

It leaves me thinking,

Had I only stopped sooner

The sparrows angelic song might have never left my ears.

 

~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~