Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
The simple phrase, “I love you.”,
Not to be worn on the bottom of a shoe.
When said to another it must be true,
Or angers wrath will most surely ensue.
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Far too often it’s said most light,
The words flow free without a fight.
All in attempt to bed at night,
With no qualms of wrong or right.
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What happened to the time it was hard to say,
Waiting, obsessing for many a day.
Rehearsing the moment in so many ways,
Knees getting weak, wobble and sway.
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“I love you.” has power over human heart,
Think before speaking this phase you start.
If said without meaning the two will part,
The heart will break and soul depart.
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Handle with care these mystical words,
If not heartfelt they’re best deferred.
Emotions strained, feelings stirred,
“I love you.” must be mutually incurred.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Emotions flood in
Drowning me in hopelessness
Indecision lives
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Graced with true beauty
Beyond purely physical
You are my Venus
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Awake my love to witness birth of day,
Greeted by java’s scent and morning dove’s song.
Hurry, hurry my love for I cannot stay,
Approaching my time to depart; it won’t be long.
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These lilies fresh I cut for you,
Gently placed in bedside vase.
Moist with cool early morning dew;
Unwrap yourself from linen and lace.
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Awake my love to bodies tender touch,
Do not forsake this dawns advance.
For this heart is filled with love so much,
Pierce not my heart with slumbers lance.
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Does the sun not warm thy angelic face,
Arise dearest love and take my hand.
A gentle touch to your cheek I trace;
Place your feet upon this cherished land.
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Awake my love to witness birth of day.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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According to Wikipedia, an aubade is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, which is in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn.[1] It has also been defined as “a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak”.[2]
In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman.[3] Aubades are generally conflated with what are strictly called albas, which are exemplified by a dialogue between parting lovers, a refrain with the word alba, and a watchman warning the lovers of the approaching dawn.[3]
Aubades were in the repertory of troubadours in Europe in the Middle Ages. An early English example is in Book III of Chaucer‘s Troilus and Criseyde. The love poetry of the 16th century dealt mostly with unsatisfied love, so the aubade was not a major genre in Elizabethan lyric.[original research?][citation needed]
We did it as kids
No modern apparatus
Born with all we need
Two legs and a desire
The beauty and grace…running
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dearest me…
What have you been afraid of all these years?
Just look at all the damage you’ve done!
Your fear of failure caused us to fail.
Your fear of rejection filled us with loneliness.
Your fear of disappointment stymied enjoyment.
Your fear of intimacy sustained our solitude.
Your fear of hurt built our hardened facade.
Your fear of living has stunted our life.
Your fear of dying has fueled an unending search.
Your fear, your fear, our fear…
What more do I want from me?
Have we not shed enough blood,
Given our pound of flesh,
Enough for a lifetime?
Wake up and smell the roses
We’ve been standing in this garden all our life
But we’ve been too afraid to see it.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I originally wrote this as my submission for the WDBWP Monday poetry prompt, but then realized it wasn’t the correct form. I still liked the poem so I thought I would post it anyway.
