As the dam breaks wide
I’m caught up in the deluge
Left gasping for air
Sights and sounds swallow me whole
The joys of life and learning
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
As the dam breaks wide
I’m caught up in the deluge
Left gasping for air
Sights and sounds swallow me whole
The joys of life and learning
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The crimson sky fumes with the rage of desert summer,
Turning springs flowers of gold and lavender to tawny dust.
Scorpion and rattler laze in awe,
Cherishing the warmth of the arid sun.
Cacti dot the plains, green and angry,
Breaking the monotony of the monochrome landscape.
Beneath even the most lovely of spouts lays a heart of bramble,
Drawing first blood from all but the sturdiest patron.
Lonesome ballads of the song dog eclipse the dark silence,
Howling teardrops rain upon the parched surface.
Rife with dwellers only dreamt of in nightmares,
Exotic, ghoulish, yet beautiful,
A vista both barren and thriving beckons.
Calling the adventurous to pay homage,
Genuflecting in respect to this alien canvas.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do I dare walk this twisted mile
Beneath the sway of the weeping willow canopy.
An aire of pecan and clover
Floats on a warm moist wind,
Hypnotizing my senses.
Lured like steel to magnet
I saunter on my dream swept way.
Grassy fields cropped to a dandy’s perfection,
Paint a canvas of green
Dimpled with the smiling faces of daisies.
In the distance,
The silhouette of a weary plow horse
Pinches the emerald horizon,
As it grazes to reinvigorate.
With each yard strode,
A cloud of dust, summoned by my wake
Climbs to the heavens,
Whisked skyward by the tepid breeze.
Stricken by the silence,
Only the swirling song of Morning Doves for company,
I reminisce of a time before my time.
What simplicity in this wanton beauty,
If only this were home.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hands used to hard work
By night, lay calloused and broke
Like a fallen oak
Brought to it’s knees by axemen
Split and forgotten
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~