A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope

Colors of the rainbow

Ever changing.

Each twist a new pattern.

Pointed toward the light…

More vibrant are its wonders

While darkness…

Depresses its beauty

Leaving it muted and bland.

Such is the life of man.

Each moment…

A twist of the kaleidoscope

New and fresh.

Vibrant when lived in the light,

Depressing and deadly

When lived in darkness.

How easy it is to wallow,

Rotting from the blackness in life

If one is consumed,

When the light and love

Is well within reach

…If one chooses to grasp it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Weathered Key

A weathered key turned in a worn out lock;

Rusty hinges creak as the lid is gingerly raised,

Aged dust drawn as if by vacuum fills the musty air,

Like so many travellers on their worldly journey.

This steamer trunk long forgotten;

Adorned with France, Belgium, Canada, Japan…

Reminders of its travels and the sights it has seen.

Memories of good times,

Memories of some not so good,

Memories of long nights,

Smoke filled taverns,

Exotic women,

Exhilaration in the unknown,

Glorious sunsets,

Distant shores,

Warm breezes,

Tearful goodbyes,

This musty old trunk, like my mind

Covets memories of days-gone-by.

Perhaps they too are weathered and worn,

Adorned with tattered tags of my life’s travels,

And relegated to a dingy attic,

But they are mine and mine alone

To cherish all the days of my life.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Another Month Has Passed

Another month has passed, scurrying out the door,

Rushing in tomorrow like a fire sale at the store.

What does the new offer you that the old one could not,

Nothing I can think of unless there’s something I forgot.

We wish our lives away for what we think is something better,

Until our time runs out wishing we hadn’t treated it as a fetter.

Perhaps slowing down and enjoying all that we’ve been given,

Would be a better way to appreciate this life that we’re living.

Instead of treating “now” as a prison to escape,

Because it isn’t something we can plan, design or shape.

We should wrap it in our arms holding on oh so tight,

Cherishing every moment with all our will, stamina and might.

Knowing the next second will be as precious as the past,

For the very next second may be the one that is our last.

So treasure this latest present no matter how good or how bad,

Because this one is far greater than many others may have had.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Gone (Triple Tetractys)

Gone

My Youth

My Freedom

The adventure

Giving way to a cautious existence

~

The price we pay for our maturation

If we let it

Restricting

Joyless

Dead

~

Fight

Rise up

Remember

Your days gone by

While breathing it is not too late to live

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~