Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
The number thirteen,
Coincidence or karma
Falling on Friday.
Inspiration for slashers
Needing to wear hockey masks.
Then wouldn’t you know
Valentine’s Day would follow.
Now that’s frightening!
What if I got the wrong gift?
She could kill me in my sleep.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The spark extinguished,
There is no kindling to reignite the flame.
Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds
Until nary a trace can be found.
What proof is there that it ever really existed
That it belonged to this dimension.
Attempts to congeal fail
As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.
Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,
Insignificant and unimportant,
This would be wrongly assumed.
We would not know this place without them,
So intertwined is all matter
That without the most minute speck
Life would be forever altered from this reality.
There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,
From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly
To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,
Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…
Under Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nature comes alive
With the first sliver of dawn
The morning commute
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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
A chance for reinvention
The past is the past
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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
Traveled by ghosts of the past
Old Route Sixty Six
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A jigsaw puzzle
This is the life that I lead
Trying to fit in
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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
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 ~~
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