Nature comes alive
With the first sliver of dawn
The morning commute
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
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 ~~
Flower Filled Ravine (Haiku)
Flower filled ravine
Planter for nature’s bounty
Painted in pastels
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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