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Labors Of Love

Labors of love like a warm breeze caress,

Softening edges worn rough by duress,

Seeking to bleed by releasing the soul,

Preventing it from suffocating in tortured black hole.

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Quill as my sword toward battle I go,

What awaits up ahead I do not yet know,

But brilliant or poor unique it must be,

When a mind is consoled and it’s spirit set free.

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Words as a weapon through ink that is laid,

Or passion unleashed in love that’s forbade,

Perhaps shrouded in mystery with nary a clue,

Or cringing in darkness in terror we’re drew.

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Poet’s imagine with the most subtle prose,

No subject off limits, as anything goes,

Photo or painting both classics of art,

One modern, one ancient, endeared by the heart.

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What poison is picked to us matters not,

May last an eternity and ne’er be forgot,

That future generations might enjoy what we loved,

Knowing we’re remembered as we look down from above.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Skin Deep

Perfection, clear to the beholders eye,

At times, going no further,

Stopping skin deep, superficial.

A smear of makeup, of blush, of rouge,

Lipstick strewn with clown-like abandon,

A caricature of what others see.

Every reflection,

Distorted by fun-house mirrors,

Diffusing into an abomination.

Painted by marketing’s ideal,

Airbrushed, made-up, impeccability,

Attempts to compete are fruitless.

Challenging imagination is no competition,

You my love have already won.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Who Am I – A Tanka

Who am I she said

Looking beyond reflection

Mirror spreading lies

It cannot see the inside

The place where my beauty lives

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Oneness

With eyes shut tight

Shuttering out distractions

While bathing in silence

Breathing becomes the world

Something so basic

So instinctual

Unavoidable

A simple complex action

To truly hear it

To feel it

All else seems to float away

The natural world becomes white-noise

Replaced by the spiritual

Who is to say which is reality

Is not the world what we believe it to be

Our souls as integral as the air

As life sustaining as water

My thoughts float as if dreams

Drifting into consciousness then out

As quietly and softly as they appeared

Until there is nothing

Nothing but the sound of me

Blood coursing through my veins

The beat of my heart

Each breath in rhythm

Energy melding with the natural

I am one with the world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lovely Is The Rose – A Tanka

Lovely is the rose

Petals soft it’s anger hides

In thorns menacing

Drawing blood,it’s color joined

This…a match made in heaven

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Meandering Brook

Serene the gentle trickle of meandering brook,

Over pebbles smooth from run of time,

Coolness washes over these tired soles,

Filling lungs with fragrant breath.

How free the feeling of babble-chilled numbness,

Drifting north on travel weary limbs.

Entranced by suns leaf scattered dance,

Diamond shimmers twinkle like neon marquis,

Mesmerizing and comforting and invigorating,

Taking me places far, far away from this time.

So distant the bustle of city street and automobile,

Haze of industry, rubbish strewn waterways,

Man’s inhumanity to man,

The corruption of modernity.

Hearkened back to this simpler place,

Of brooks, pines, the sprawling fern,

Whitetail deer and paddle tailed beaver,

Blue jay and spotted owl,

Amongst these our spirits are freed.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Nighttime Surrenders – A Haiku

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Image Credit: wallpaperid.com

Nighttime surrenders

Mountain silhouettes rise up

Creator’s command

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

With The Coming Of Summer

With the coming of summer

The years midlife begins in earnest.

Infancy is replaced by the maturity of time,

The dead forgotten to the wake of new life,

No more is there the barrenness of winter.

Cold, gray nakedness gives way to colors multitude,

Death’s pungent odor yields to the fragrance of flora,

Rebirth is complete…for a time.

Youthful fauna take comfort in nature’s bounty

Feeding in gluttonous fervor,

Instinctively knowing it is but momentary,

With the scarcity of later year fast approaching.

What a wondrous gift is nature;

Our lives mimicking her cyclic clock,

Stages of life revealed since time began.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cloudless Brilliant Sky

Cloudless brilliant sky

A perfect flawless diamond

Another world

Open to infinity

Leading skyward toward heaven

Something desired

Regardless of religion

Though some deny it

If we look deeply within

We realize that it is true

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Outside

Outside–

You see a face,

Weathered, showing the wear of time,

Wrinkles carved like dry rivers

Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.

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Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,

Long since retired from hard work,

Thin and gnarled,

They are more bone than flesh,

Still their past loveliness remains.

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Hunched, from the years

And back breaking work

It’s a struggle just to stand up,

Yet there is nary a complaint uttered

Thankful just to have lived.

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“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,

Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,

Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,

Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes

Though the blue is less brilliant.

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“This was me”, as if unrecognizable

Pointing with an arthritic finger

Leading to story upon story.

“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,

“But I am so much more…”

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~