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Sunrise Vicissitude (Tanka)

Sunrise vicissitude

Orange to yellow to blue

A cheerful painting

By the stroke of the master

A blank canvas comes to life

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Speak To You

I speak to you as though fragile.

Raised this way,

Its at times taken in offense

Though this is not my intention.

It is only done out of concern,

Not out of malice.

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I know your strength,

Your ability to handle adversity,

You are so much stronger than I

Truth be told.

~

I stand in awe of your fortitude

For mine is but a facade,

Painted in watercolors,

Easily stormed if its weakness be known.

Yours, though transparent is ironclad,

Able to withstand any assault.

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I am envious of you,

I am proud of you,

I am spellbound by you

And I am deeply in love with you.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Awake Before Dawn

Awake before dawn,

The air still clinging to summer’s end.

I breath deeply,

Lungs fill with warm moist morning.

Alone to see a new sun rising,

Nothing more glorious could I see

As dark turns to dawn.

Should not Saturdays be for sleep,

Renewal of the body and soul;

I could never fit this mold.

My renewal lies in peace,

Peace in new day’s birth,

Coo of the morning dove,

Dance of the gecko,

Sky vast as the oceans

And just as blue.

With its birth I am reborn;

Starting anew as if my first day,

Nothing could be more glorious.

~

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

 

 

Asleep She Lays On Sacred Field

Asleep she lays on sacred field,

Angelic glow about her beams,

Draped in white my heart doth yield,

Far beyond my mortal dreams.

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I fathom not why me she chose,

Undeserving, I most surely be,

Heavenly creature beyond paling rose,

This fool adrift on earthly sea.

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I kneel before thy silken throne,

In prayer to one, the God most high,

For kindness that he hath shown,

This gift of you– without I’d die.

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I know not where this path might lead,

Or when my love we forever part,

Cherishing time, its waste doth bleed,

Forever alive within my heart.

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Sleep well my love in tender dream,

Assured through faith that I lie by your side,

To hold you forever in highest esteem,

This sacred promise by which I abide.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Bougainvillea

Image Credit: mnartists.org

Beautiful, succulent and fragrant

Petals of hot pink

Hiding angers scorn

Not so unlike a woman wronged

Fighting back with female wiles

Resisting with all her might

Bondage of natures torture

Scarred and gnarled by fires storm

Starved and thirsted she lingers on

Reaching, reaching ever higher

Limbs reaching for heavens gate

‘Til chopped low to arid ground

Faking death only to rise from the ashes

Returning to her noble stance

Blooming in summer solstice

Bathed in perfumed flowers sweet

Leaves of green hide thorns to bleed

Arms reaching ever skyward

Praying for peace amongst hellish fury

Born to a life most undeserving

Troubled mistress Bougainvillea

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shortened Days

Shortened days loom large

Precursor to winters gale

Like mortality

Calling summer to the womb

To await next year’s rebirth

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Vision So Nearsighted

Vision so nearsighted,

Seeing only rock and sand,

Scorched earth under cloudless sky,

Beauty shrouded by its bleak exterior.

O’ but the wonder peered upon by birds,

A canvas painted by a masters hand.

Browns, blues, greens, intricate designs,

Such depth, the flowing lines,

Seemingly random from terra firma,

Showing purpose of design from above.

O’ the beauty missed with our limited perspective,

Entire lives spent seeing two steps ahead,

Ignorant of the lovely picture before us.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Storm Clouds Part – A Tanka

Storm clouds part to blue

Grass blades glisten emerald green

As golden sun sets

Casting a heavenly glow

All is right with the world

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Coat Of Kings

Jem Farmer the boi poet – Monday Masterpiece prompt – 19 August 2013

The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass

The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass

Unabashedly wearing the coat of kings

And the rags of paupers

Proud of each one equally

With breast puffed and head held high

You make no apologies for your patchwork

Granted by the gods, it is worn with honor

Defining and making you unique

A Phoenix with an unassuming plume

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Cloudless Sky – A Shadorma

Cloudless sky,

Granite peaks part blue

Bright canvas.

This painting,

Brushed from an artists palette,

A true masterpiece.

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Perfection,

Born of natures hand

Is flawless.

To compare

With the mortal works of man

Would be an insult.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Author’s Note: The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).  The information above was from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadorma.