Giving of the heart
Leaves one’s self vulnerable
There’s no greater thrill
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
Do You Hear Their Song (Haiku)
Do you hear their song
Baying to the lonesome moon
Coyotes crying
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To Feel The Soil
To feel the soil
Rich and warm between fingers
Man planting his seed
Nurturing healthy body
With the fruits of his labor
For millennia
This was mans way to survive
Living off the land
We’ve lost our time tested path
Through the chaos–modern life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I, Of Spirit Walk (Tanka)
I, of spirit walk
With others on this journey
Each with their troubles
Their torment is also mine
For life is not a vacuum
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn Cracks The Night Sky (Haiku)
Dawn cracks the night sky
Blanketing the earth in light
Nature called to rise
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thank You Blessed Life
Thank you blessed life
Though full of tribulation
I am most happy
Yes, there is much I could have
But I’m in want of nothing
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Deeply I Reach Into The Inner Well (Sonnet)
Deeply I reach into the inner well
In search of peace and love.
Picking it up from where it fell
I push it back up with a shove.
Caught up in emotion of circumstance,
Surrounded by sadness and gloom.
Needing to take a more positive stance
Away from feelings of impending doom.
Emotions running far too high,
My health will be paying the price.
If I don’t allow my anxiety to fly
The outcome won’t be so nice.
So time, it has come to put anger away and connect with the spiritual me,
Hoping this time it will come home to stay and at last I’ll be finally free.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Cool Morning Air (Tanka)
The cool morning air
Dew clinging to window panes
How quickly things changed
Now that fall is upon us
First snow can’t be far behind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look At Our Future
Look at our future.
Will it be one of terror
Frightening our young
Or will it be one of hope.
Shouldn’t it be obvious?
I question mankind,
So very illogical
In his foolish ways.
Repeating failed history
With the very same results.
So lets march our way
On this road to destruction
Like the sheep we are;
Believing all that we hear
Into the fateful abyss.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Circle, Circle, Circle Down
Circle, circle, circle down
Until he lands upon the ground
Landing softly, though graceful not
Tossing and turning in his resting spot
Mesmerized am I at this sacred show
By this tiny creature in final throes
Years gone by I’d have taken its life
Believing it kind to end his strife
Was this really ever my place at all
To live or die was never my call
On the Divine life and death does rest
Deferring to Him is surely best
Now I just sit and watch amazed
As his spirit enters its final phase
Never interfering or imposing my will
I watch as his little body grows quietly still
This tiny bee is no less than man
I’m certain it’s true in the Creator’s plan
So I’ll bid farewell for now my friend
Until someday we meet again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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