Travel forth in life
Entranced with this wondrous world
Indeed it’s awe filled
If only you live eyes open
To the beauty around you
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: beauty
The Tenderest Touch (Tanka)
The tenderest touch
Kissed by the first rays of dawn
Your skin against mine
Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Cool in the rapture
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Rains Cascade From The Mountaintop
Rains cascade from the mountaintop
So fluid in its dance of desperation
Tumbling over granite shards
Impregnating the seed of the dormant bride
Soon she will welcome her offspring
Colorful and joyous
Springing from crack and crevice
To play amongst the warmth of the winds
Her groom–
Disappearing ever downward
Seeks slumber in the bed below
Having succumbed to destiny
Coyote and cacti feed from his humble remains
Quenching their arid thirst
Until at once
…He is no more
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The “Ribbit” Of The Frog
The “ribbit” of the frog
Sitting on his lilypad,
He lashes out for winged morsels,
Mear bits to sustain–
He never complains.
Enough it is for him to sit
Watching day turn to night
And night to day.
Never bored,
Never desiring more,
He lives by heaven’s design.
Lazy–he is not!
Wanting for nothing
He is content.
I long to be like the frog
Taking only what I need,
Wanting nothing more,
Living by my nature…
Simplicity.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars
Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Just As Guilty Am I
Just as guilty am I,
Wallowing in self-pity,
Focusing on the negative, worrying,
Blaming others for my station
Trying to will destiny to my vision
Instead of trusting in the Divine.
I need not worry;
All things will be as they should
Without my intervention.
I must flow like the river
Fluid and forgiving ‘til the end
If I am to be one with the Spirit.
I know that suffering is unnecessary
This life is full of abundance,
The Tao will provide for me
Giving me all that I need
By showing me the Way.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In Perfect Rhythm (March Of The Caterpillar)
In perfect rhythm were tens of feet
Marching in splendid highstep.
With matching coats and plumes replete
Traveling over instead of sidestep.
Colors grand they proudly wave
Like soldiers in Her Majesties charge.
A steady pace each pair they gave
O’er obstacles both small and large.
A wondrous sight this was indeed
From a creature so vulnerable and small.
Normally fodder for shoe heel stampede
In hypnotic gaze I was enthralled.
The older I get the more I amaze
At creatures so often ignored.
Nothing have I than honest high praise
For the creature that once was abhorred.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Much Needed Rain
Much needed rain
Though drought it does not ease.
Standing outside gazing,
Looking skyward, thankful.
River and road become one before us
As cool muddy water rushes
To where no one knows.
We know this will not last–
Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,
But it does not deter from this pleasantry.
Residents of desert and dwelling
Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.
Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.
Living only days–
They know they are numbered
Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.
Withering to dust–
They return to the earth from whence they came.
This cycle they know oh so well.
Like the waters, all things recede
Back to the source of their creation
In hopes of reemerging one day
To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wildflowers Grow (Haiku)
Wildflowers grow
Anywhere their roots take hold
Children of this world
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Glow Of City Lights (Haiku)
Glow of city lights
Flames in the valley below
Concrete paradise
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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