Thirty Years Married (Tanka)

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Thirty years married

Five weeks working together

Under the same roof

We haven’t killed each other

It must be true love


My wife is still working from home, likely until the beginning of next year. I am back in the office now as of May 4th. It is a small office with lots of room between each of us for social distancing. The poem is light hearted as my wife and I get along very well and always have. As a matter of fact, since I’ve gone back to work, I’ve received a couple of messages telling me how much she misses me. It was very nice to hear even though we knew the time working together would only be temporary.


~~ Dom DiFrancesco ~~

Greatest Friends Were We

Greatest friends were we

Long before we were lovers

Our bond has been strong

No more could I have ever asked

My companion, my beloved

Spoken from the heart–

Never have I loved you more

Than I do this day

Twenty five years espoused

Once two, we’ve lived long as one

One heart and one soul

Through time, traveling this path

Winding and rocky

We comfort each others pain

‘Til we taste our final kiss


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Cool and Refreshing

Cool and refreshing

I touched her to my lips.

Sweetly anointing my soul,

Her love cradling me,

Caressing me with a silken hand.

She is soft yet passionate;

Flowing over me,

In me, through me.

Under my lover’s touch

I am vulnerable to her spell.

Just as clay in her hands

I am kneaded,

Ready to do her bidding

Without question or concern.

She likewise–

Is the caldron I stir,

Churning desire with each stroke

Until she boils over.

Two souls melding into one,

Flesh on flesh,

Heartbeats in unison,

Never to be parted

In this life or the next.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


This Solitary Tree

This solitary tree,

Utterly alone amongst the brown grasses.

Nary a leaf can I see,

iIgnored by the traveling masses.


No birds find cause to seek shelter,

No buds rise to show you love.

Dry and brittle in the noonday swelter,

Limbs raised to Heaven hoping for rain from above.


What have you done to be shunned…an outcast,

Sentence too cruel for such an innocent one.

Punishment levied you’d hoped you’d outlast,

With each passing day a new days begun.


I look on with sorrow and the shedding of tears,

As I see myself in you, one and the same.

With scarcely a friend after all of these years,

I’ve no one to place, except me with the blame.


I too just as you have my soul laid out bare,

A wish for companionship to stay.

Broken and weak I expose to the air,

The longing for love I keep locked away.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~