Tag Archives: birth

How Long Should I Stay (Sonnet)

How long should I stay, it’s a question of time

As long as you need I suppose, if you must.

Do we really have a say, I say no to the climb

From birth to our death, in the Divine we must trust.

 

One minute or years, it’s out of our control

How long we will be on this earth, we don’t know.

Fear of our passing, certainly taking its toll

For when heaven comes calling, we must go.

 

Try as we might, we can’t stave our own ends

Rearing it’s head, unexpected most times.

This circle of life, no mere mortal can bend

As we wait for the hour, Reaper’s bell to chime.

 

Be thankful for what time we have in this life, fleeting it is to be certain,

Loving your children, mother, father, husband, wife, before you draw your last curtain.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A New Day

A new day,

Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,

Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.

The chance for a fresh beginning,

A farewell to the past.

Yesterday is gone,

Relegated to history…never to return.

‘Tis the beauty of birth–

Offered with each midnight stroke

Comes the infancy of the virgin day.

Is this not a wondrous affair,

A gift not to be squandered?

Wallowing in regret serves no one,

Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;

Lashing out violently–

Becoming master if permitted.

Embrace this moment,

Releasing the past to its tomb.

O’ the possibilities that await us,

With the opportunity to be reinvented

–By the casting of our dreams.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Scattered Amongst The Ashes

Scattered amongst the ashes

A solitary flame flickers

Shedding light on the bleakness of this world.

Perhaps the next child born will be the one to save us from ourselves.

Each first breath offering hope

That our nescience is not irreparable.

Deeming ourselves civilized

We erect gauntlets against what does not fit our world view.

Denying climate change,

Though it stares us in the eye,

Forcing spiritual beliefs

All the while claiming discrimination,

Sloughing off cries of racism

Because admission would make us something less than human.

I see no light amongst the living–

Only more of the same driven by greed and selfishness.

If we are to be rescued it will be by a new guard,

One untainted by our perverted values,

One born with the humanity, the selflessness, the courage

To eradicate the filth that pollutes this planet

With their bastardized vision of God

And their gluttonous appetite for money.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Birth is All Around Us

Birth is all around us;

In everything,

Every blade of grass,

Chirp of baby birds newly hatched,

Tiny flowers submitting to their nature to be fruit,

The covey of quail scurrying single file,

Rise of the sun upon a new day,

Winter welcoming the spring,

Barren branches bursting with cool green leaves,

April rains coaxing wildflowers from nothing,

Parks full of strollers and carriages,

Toddlers laughter filling the air,

Earth and sky warming.

Birth is all around us,

In everything,

Wondrous!

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Chill (Tanka)

Chill…Rustle of trees

Winter is fast approaching

Usher in the dead season

Like the cycle of our lives

One dies another is born

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~~ 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 ~~

 

 

Dandelion Bends – A Haiku

Image Credit: wildmanstevebrill.com

Image Credit: wildmanstevebrill.com

Dandelion bends

Submitting to the winds will

Perennial life

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~~ 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

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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

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     ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Spirits Journey – A Tanka

This journey followed

One created for myself

Existed within me

Born before my date of birth

In the universal mind

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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 ~~