Lighted trees, presents
Meaning lost on the season
Materialism
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Lighted trees, presents
Meaning lost on the season
Materialism
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Whisper in my ear
My fears and doubts thou comfort
Tis all I long for
Trepidation doth consume
But thou art my loving cure
O’ these many years
Without words we have embraced
Through passionate glance
Giving solace when needed
Tis nothing I wouldst not do
Thou art my heaven
Thy savior in times of angst
Lover eternal
This covenant I maketh
To loveth thee for ever
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fluttering open
Struggling to clear the haze
Another morning
What will this new day behold
Everything as intended
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What color is blood?
Red as crimson to the dullest eye.
When stripped of skin,
What is left but muscle, sinew, bone
Held together by a thin designer suit.
At birth we enter the world the same way.
At death we return the earth each the same.
Why is it that we vandalize each other
Throwing names, bullets and missiles,
Destroying our sacred selves?
More alike than different is the human animal,
Though ego prefers to separate.
Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,
Reach for the soul deep within
Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.
Honor our sameness in peace and love
Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting
…Namaste’.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Procrastination
Tomorrow’s another day
Until they run out
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Body and spirit
Merged in a magical dance
While here on this earth
Then like two starcrossed lovers
They separate forever
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grand Canyon winter
Buttes caped in the whitest robes
Pure and unspoiled
A picture perfect postcard
Painted by the Master’s hand
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A beautiful sight
Burnished under an endless sky
Her majesty unchallenged
She harbors life in this cold
Though her shores appear barren
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Deer, eagle, rabbit
All survive her harsh winter
As done for eons
Wondrous in their fortitude
Man has yet to ruin them
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Protected from harm
One of the seven wonders
She most surely is
May this always be so
For generations to come
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Strokes, blue, red, orange
Drawn in glorious pastels
Brilliant morning sky
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~