Cold Salt Spray Rains Down

Cold salt spray rains down
Winds like daggers frost the soul
Of hearty sailors
Death may lie on the next swell
On their way to calm waters
Such is their lover
Both cruel and kind on a whim
With no emotion
She is as she’s always been
Nature’s passionate abyss

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Intemperate Mood

Intemperate mood greets the day,

An avalanche of negativity,

Red carpet for angry outbursts.

Circumstances–weakness of the mind

Blossoms into crimson rage;

Control unattainable.

Justifying actions, so mortal

Refusing to admit humanness, so flawed.

This cannot go on,

This must not go on for sanity’s sake.

Composure must be restored,

Blood pressure, headaches put in check

Anger tamped down.

Knowing this does not diminish the effects

Detrimental and painful.

Deep breaths, soothing mantras serve to calm

Restoring semblance of normalcy.

Considering what could have been done better,

Injecting positivity into aura

Brightening an otherwise dismal day.

Finding balance within

Returns the soul to peace

From the precipice of spiritual disaster.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Trying to Stay Above the Fray

Trying to stay above the fray,

In spite of the traps laid at my feet.

Some have tried to tease anger to the surface;

Unreasonable requests

Rush judgments,

Poking and prodding, tools of this trade.

I refuse to succumb,

Instead I will look within for strength,

Seeking a joyful place to center myself.

On occasion failures have succeeded–

Yet I refuse to scourge myself over failings,

They are, but momentary and quickly pass.

I am above all of this minutiae,

It is nothing–white-noise lobbed to distract.

With this realization I have strengthened my resolve

And I am resolved to rise above.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~