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Warmth melts winters snow
Cascading down mountainsides
To fill crystal pools
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Snow Melt – Haiku
Category Archives: Poetry
Farewell to the Day – Haiku
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A tangerine sky
The days sunshine bids farewell
To usher nightfall
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Night at the Symphony
The silence of sunset,
Birds return to their nests,
Resting from their day of song.
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Crickets rosin their bows,
Preparing for the evenings symphony,
While crowds await their glorious tune.
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The sun glows mandarin,
As it slowly ducks behind the shadowy horizon,
Echoing in a tense truce between diurnal and nocturnal.
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As the last sliver of day sets,
The orchestra begins their performance,
Breaking the uneasy silence.
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Eerie yet beautiful sounds of nightfall,
Originating from unseen musicians,
Thrill their awestruck audience.
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Wondrous are the players of the night,
Talented and shy, invisible to all except the trained eye,
Hiding behind their curtain of darkness.
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Night is not to be feared, but cherished,
Enveloping its onlookers in the leisurely tune,
Eliciting a most restful slumber.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Mirage – Haiku
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Blazing sun blinding
Vultures circle overhead
Glad its a mirage
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
An Elegant Lady
1930 Duesenberg J
A deep burgundy blush has come over you
An elegant lady
Your curves exquisite in their grace
Stunning in their proportion
Your eyes clear and bright as crystals
Framed in silver and gold as all jewels should be
With lines as fine as any found in Hollywood
You could grace the silver screen
And be outshone by none
Clothed in the softest of skins
Gloved in the finest of leathers
A true beauty polished and refined
Aristocratic in every way, prim and proper
Sad that your fame was so short lived
Still visions of your loveliness shine on occasion
Sparkling like a ruby
Capturing admirers at every turn
Lady Duesenberg your dignity is extraordinary
A rare breed born of a different time
And a shining example to the mediocrity of today
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
New Dawn – Haiku
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The sky glows orange
Signaling the end of day
A new beginning
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bleary Eyed
Bleary eyed,
Bloodshot from too little sleep,
I glare with intent into a cup of black coffee.
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A shimmering pool of obsidian,
Strong, deep and steaming,
Aroma bitter, bordering on unpleasant.
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A look in the mirror bares a distasteful reality,
I look old, I feel old,
Much older than my years.
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Bags under the eyes black and purple,
Fifteen rounds of life,
Beating the senses until they are bruised.
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Tired beyond belief,
I should not be,
Is not an hour of uninterrupted sleep enough?
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Medication seems my only respite,
No dreams, at least none bound to my weary memory,
Just sleep, black, uneventful sleep.
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Tomorrow I will wake,
Groggy from the self-induced coma,
A useless splash of cold water to prod arousal.
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Another cup of bad coffee,
Strong, black and bitter,
Maybe today I should just stay in bed.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Paper Lantern – Haiku
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A paper lantern
Glowing softly in summer
Lovely firefly
~~ D. R. DIFrancesco ~~
Life in Time
Time, is it something we are given or something we keep?
We can not hold it,
We can not prolong it no matter how hard we try.
So many have tried and failed.
Kings in the belief they were gods,
Destined to live forever,
Believing they were divinely chosen,
But to no avail life slipped away from them.
The sands of time drizzled from between their gold adorned fingers,
Leaving their hearts empty and their hands cold,
This is as it always has been and always will be.
Our science can only sustain the life left in us,
When we are called to pass no method of man can save us.
Should we not then cherish the hours we spend in this world,
Accepting them as a gift to be received gratefully?
Nothing on this earth is forever.
We cannot keep time,
It was not given to us to be kept.
It was given instead to be enjoyed,
Lived to the fullest in harmony with our fellow transients.
Who like us will run out of the gift of time, some day, some hour,
Only to join our ancestors in eternity.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spring Dream – Haiku
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Winter doldrums live
As we watch through our windows
Awaiting first buds
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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