Tag Archives: beauty

You

When writing of you

Perplexed am I to the form.

No mold can contain you.

So much of life is a Parody,

Laughing at your ingrained silliness,

The mischievousness of your smile,

Twinkling eyes with a smoldering fire.

Haiku’s genteel nature is far too small,

Sister Tanka tries to express,

But her attention is much too short.

Perhaps an Ode would suffice

For flattery is your just due,

Ensued by inevitable embarrassment.

I could venture to sum your essence

Through the singularity of an Acrostic

Though this would scarcely scratch the surface.

Perhaps Triolet would be more fitting,

For none too often can I express the depth of my love;

Repetition surely would serve as reminder.

Even with all these

None can capture your unrestrained spirit,

The flow of you through space and time.

I will not try to confine you, that would be unfair.

Instead I will let you spread your wings

Writing your own verse

In the form of…

Free.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

His Treasure

His calloused hands, soft

Caressing her loving cheek

She– his pot of gold

Greeting his broken body

With an understanding smile

~

His reason to live

Waits for him at long days end

Asking nothing more

Than to be loved as she loves

This he could never deny

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Mornings Ritual

Sumatran wafts through silent home

Gently caressing the olfactory.

Warm rays of gold wash across rested faces,

Coaxing them to greet the day.

Is this the making of perfection,

What Heaven on earth must be like?

~

Morning stings the unaccustomed eyes;

Only temporary as adrenaline trickles

Leading us back to life.

So miraculous, so mundane,

Routine in its simplicity, this art of waking,

Rising from slumber.

~

Taking in the new day

Like breath Into lungs, body, soul,

Thankful for all that I have,

All that I will give.

With cup…steaming…

I am ready to meet the day.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

No Art Lies In Pain – A Tanka

No art lies in pain

Pain simply feeds the master

Like bread the hungry

Nourishing body and soul

Statue of David

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Think

I think,

Mind cluttered with words,

Lines,

Life,

Trash,

Looking for an escape,

A blank page,

A song to sing,

Anything,

Something to feel release,

Pressure,

Cooking up inside,

No anger,

Just excitement,

Bursting to create,

Art,

Happiness,

Love,

It matters not,

Pen,

Brush,

Heart,

Soul,

Tools all the same,

On which canvas I will exact a gentle touch,

Is the question which awaits an answer.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Crystal Black Night – A Haiku

The crystal black night

Virgin canvas for the stars

Masterpiece awaits

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Blur of Sleep – A Tanka

Blur of sleep filled night

To rain filled sky-fall departs

How peaceful it is

This natural ensembles

Mesmerizing metronome

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Fortress Strong

Sealed up tight in fortress strong

Awaiting horrors start unknown

For eons this a battle long

Beauty in tragedy time has shown

                            ~~

Landscapes ravaged, void and burned

Brown and black the palette chosen

Man controls, but has not learned

In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing

                           ~~

Yet in the wake of this terrible scourge

A million lives behind armor are born

Without so much as a prod or an urge

This called home on land war torn

                           ~~

A tiny life out of ashes protrude

This progeny will not struggle alone

Natures mysteries through pain they exude

In beauty birthed of the lowly pine cone

                           ~~

     ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

God’s Symphony – A Tanka

Clouds gather around

Distant sound of thunder calls

Inviting the rain

A dance chaperoned by nature

Waltzing to God’s symphony

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Cable Car

San Francisco Cable Car Image Credit: commons.wikimedia.org

San Francisco Cable Car
Image Credit: commons.wikimedia.org

Click, clack

Sound of wheels on steel track.

It’s passengers seated and sideboard hanging,

Drawing in closely to avoid shoulder banging.

Laughing and smiling as hills fall and rise,

Joy of the children as they stare with eyes wide.

This slow moving coaster, it navigates with ease,

Tourist and locals, all does it please.

One low fare takes you beginning to end,

As seen in the movies, I would do it again.

The cable cars roll through picturesque streets,

Shops and restaurants prove such unexpected treats.

Mixing worldly cultures all living as one,

A city composed of diverse brethren.

This beautiful city a diamond on the bay,

Visitor or immigrant so many have stayed.

Whether riding the rails, up and down dip,

Or walking the streets, such a glorious trip.

~

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~