Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Something gnaws at me
Shredding the scars of my heart
Left to bleed again
Cleanly cut by razor blades
Love’s left to spill on the floor
Why pain in passion
So much that it breaks the heart
Contradictory
Is not love the greatest joy
As promised from up above
Perhaps I’m fickle
Believing that love is grand
Like in fairytales
If this turns out to be false
Then I am a born victim
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drift amongst the stars
Each one a spark of heaven
In the form of man
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Magic lives daily
In every breath that I take
It is quite the show
No wand, no cape, no top hat
Required for an applause
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stoic attitude
Hides the depth of your feelings
Rose’s thorny bloom
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wind chimes angelic
Music on the breath of God
Reminder to man
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Use of deadly force
Must it be the first response
You can’t take it back
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sorrow in the mind
Torments man to his soul
Miserable life
Only if we let it be
Instead of letting it go
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Unconditional
The love shown by man’s best friend
It’s interesting
Maybe we could learn something
From our four-legged partners
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crystal purity
Floats down from a slate grey sky
Covering man’s filth
Trying to bring back the past
While wiping the canvas clean
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our past watches modernity from the grave.
Sprawling fields of monument and headstone
Honor these souls that ventured on before us.
What must they think of this world as they look on,
Our never ending roadways,
Towering buildings of glass and steel,
Automobiles supplanting horse and carriage,
Our lack of respect for water, air and life,
Politics more polarizing than any in history,
Unquenchable greed marring its noble past?
Perhaps they are relieved to be in a better place,
Sleeping peacefully under a blanket of white,
Winter’s cold and man’s ignorance
No longer gnawing at their weary bones.
As we pass by should we not think of them,
Consider how far we have traveled,
How far behind we have fallen,
What we have lost,
What we have surrendered in frustration.
If we are to regain our souls,
Our greatness and our compassion,
Reversing this slide into oblivion,
These fields likely hold the key
Under their peaceful blanket of white.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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