Meandering creek
Whispers softly as it flows
Eternal journey
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Meandering Creek (Haiku)
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Day Mourns Not The Night (Tanka)
Day mourns not the night
Natural is its passing
Into mystery
As man returns to spirit
So too is his fate unknown
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Yellow Butterfly (Tanka)
Yellow butterfly
A short life lived with gusto
There’s no tomorrow
Like the throes of our passion
I’ll love you until the end
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’m Not My Body
I’m not my body.
It’s nothing but a flesh vase
Holding the real me.
The me that was before this,
The me not of this world,
The me of spirit.
Who I was before my birth;
Nothing but essence,
Not created or destroyed,
The me of eternity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ember And Wolf
Embers waft skyward
Like a million tiny suns.
Free to travel ,
Going where the wind takes them,
Caring not where they land
Nor what the future holds.
Their time is now,
Today is all there is
As spark turns to ash.
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Wolf, drinks and hunts
Taking only what he needs.
Caring for the survival of the pack;
Not one bit more does he consume.
Living for today,
Feeding their future,
As it has always been,
As it will always be,
Until flesh turns to bone.
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Man the hoarder,
Eats and drinks to excess.
Gorging himself,
Engaged to the point of gluttony,
Feasting on food and goods
As if life were an eternity.
Living for today,
Collecting for tomorrow,
Denying his mortal end.
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Simple ember,
Lowly wolf,
Live by their design
Within the boundary of nature.
Man exploits all that he’s been given,
Accepting what he needs
Then grabbing what he wants,
Leaving nothing
For the ember and the wolf.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ravaged By Nature
Sullied winds chatter chimes lashed to greyed beams
Warped and splitting with age, appear none too long for this world
With each ring an angel must surely get their wings
As remuneration for a melody so heavenly revealed
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Steps crippled, squeal as mice in traps are bound to do
Bowing under the burden of the weary traveler
Fortitude ingrained, revives the weakened conscripts
Whose preparation has made them cordial adversaries
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Tawny hinges weathered by sun, beaten by the wind cry in pain
Remorse etched into their hammered finish confesses their age
Chagrined by subjugation, the door slams
Announcing defeat to it’s audience of none
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Dark but for dust pirouetting through muted shafts of light
Stirred by shuffling boots, tattered and worn thin by extended employ
Creaking under foot, floorboards rebel in unison with their owner
Shrunken and contorted from the weight of existence
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Ping of coils break the stagnant silence of the vessel
Sagging lumpy seat replaces a once firm cushion
A quiet ah, escapes from the lungs in expiration
Sense of relief but for the strain of fabric
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Cracking joints echo of broken glass in freefall
Legs wobble by exhausted mortise and tenon
Laden with rings, table balances precariously in an uncomfortable dance
Unsteady and unsure, time has reaped it’s revenge
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Tired well beyond youth, mortality returns from holiday
Waiting to reveal what lay interred beyond these walls
Neither refinish nor repair prolong to eternity
Only temporary and finite are the workings of men
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Man conspires with the dwelling in cosmic ways
Each subject to the ravages of the lifetime moment
Materially morphing into a shell of the original creation
Inevitably conceding to nature’s crowing fate
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gone Is Gone
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By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Wasted away with reckless abandon
Abused and neglected as though nothing to lose
Elder years bestow the treasure most deeply cherished
For in youth we’re blind to the riches worth
Trusting the vein will flow eternal
“till tragedy or life doth rear it’s head
Once lost to gluttony its lost to eternity
No matter how hard we try to relive
Regret can destroy through foolishness folly
As we know not when we be called back home
Squander not the gift so limited and precious
Share freely with those you most dearly love
The value of time cannot be embellished
For fleeting moments once gone are gone
A Question of Eternity
Credit – window2universe.org
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Who am I
Did not my spirit exist be for me
Perhaps not in this form,
Though most surely it did exist.
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The things I am are not new to me
My essence existed at the beginning
Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it
So who was I before.
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Maybe a river running through Africa
A blue whale navigating the seas
Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high
Could not part of me have existed in all of these.
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In this I find comfort
The body being merely a vessel
Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth
To be gladly returned upon passing.
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The energy that is me remains
Free of this vessel
Free to become whatever the universe deems fit
Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.
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There is peace in thoughts of this
Knowing I have always been and will always be
Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion
Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.
Wither Away
By: D. DiFrancesco
The pain of watching one wither away
Indescribable and yet inescapable
Remembering how vibrant and energetic they were
We think they will never go away.
I can still see her
In the kitchen apron on making a meal
It doesn’t matter which one it was
They all are precious memories to me.
I was a child
She was everything to me back then
Eyes shining, the silkiness of her voice
These were some of my happiest days.
Then childhood passes
Like the sweep of the second hand
Harsh reality clings like beads of sweat
Those once so virile commence to fade.
We try to stave off the inevitable for as long as we can
But alas it proves useless
No magic elixer can halt the decline
How swift does frailty overcome us.
Her eyes have sunk into evenings dark abyss
The hunch in the back, a sign of a life of burden
Her stride gives way to a shuffle
The mercy of others her only salvation.
No longer able to self-sustain
Twilights arms embrace who she once was
A child returns from where it started
The circle of life incarnate.
Her mobility has vanished, now forever prone
But oddly the memories of her past are clear
Thoughts from more modern times she can’t remember
Eternities multitude is calling her home.
She’s withered away, her grace in passing inspires
In her destiny we see ourselves
We fear this most as our time here is finite
To our maker we must trust our mortal souls…farewell.
Dom DiFrancesco 