Tag Archives: life

Beauty Fades

Beauty fades;

Stripped of color

Under unrelenting sun.

Once vibrant petals

Brown and crumble,

Scattering dust and seed

To the four winds.

A life run its course

Gives birth to the next generation

Through its death in the dawn of spring.

Never regretting,

Never questioning its fate

It gives itself unapologetically

For the propagation of their future.

As with all living things

We are here for a brief time

To live,

To spawn,

To die,

Returning to the earth

From which we came.

A cycle that has repeated itself

For eternity.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Sun Smiles On Me (Haiku)

Sun smiles on me
Uplifting my darkened soul
~~ I have been reborn
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Travelers (Shadorma)

Stairs

Stairs

Travelers

On a worn stairway

Toward Heaven

Redemption

On the narrowest of paths

One step at a time

 

Stumbling

We grab the handrails

Looking up

As we climb

Hope of reward at the end

Is what we pray for
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Shadorma Photo Prompt #8

 

The Sun Still Rose

The sun still rose as I knew it would,

The birds sang their songs,

The winds blew strong,

The grass remained green just as it should.

 

In dawns dim light I opened my eyes,

My wife lay sleeping by my side,

My children in the next rooms reside,

All of these cause joy in my heart to rise.

 

The waters flow cooling parched earth,

The skies still a brilliant shade of blue,

The flowers bloom as they always do,

These more valuable than material worth.

 

Life continues like every other day,

As it has O’ these fifty years on,

Caring not the least as each new day dawns,

For it knows no other way.

 

I guess I’m just part of this natural flow,

Arriving then passing with time,

Like the bird and the beast and the tree and the vine,

I’ll receive my calling to go.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Each Tick Of The Clock (Tanka)

Each tick of the clock

Signifies a new “present”

No past, no future

There is only this moment

Why not make the most of it

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones may break one’s bones,

But words most certainly hurt.

Bones do heal as time has shown,

While words eternal pain can exert.

 

Some will use age as a valid excuse

For exhibition of poor behavior.

Even if you were some eccentric recluse,

This still wouldn’t serve as your savior.

 

All the money in this world does not buy you the right

To treat others as something less human.

On judgement day you will see the shortness of sight,

And your legacy will be seeking absolution.

 

Your racism only serves to sever the bonds

You should have with your sisters and brothers.

Claiming foul play when they choose to respond,

Treating them not as friends, but as others.

 

Bury your head in the proverbial sand,

Denying your views are archaic.

You won’t get away with the slap of a hand,

For in hate and prejudice you partake.

 

You’d think that these words would have long ago past

Into the annals of far ancient history.

Yet time and again they rear their ugly heads,

Why to me remains an elusive mystery.

 

Let bygone-be-bygones aren’t we one and the same,

Dealing with the hand we’ve been given.

Helping one another is the name of the game,

To live in love in this life that we’re living.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Life! What Do You Want (Tanka)

Life! What do you want

Beating me up ‘til I cry

Then knocking me down

Expecting me to thank you

How about if I refuse!

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Do You Live To Dream (Tanka)

Do you live to dream

Never feeling life’s fullness

Is this what you want

To waste the time you have here

Missing all that life offers

~

~~ 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.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Judge, Jury, Executioner

Judge, jury, executioner,

We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,

Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet

Playing god with those we deem less significant.

Who handed us the gavel?

Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?

Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?

We dole out this punishment with little thought

All because we call them pests

Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,

But this is not our role in this world.

Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?

We all have a time,

You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,

One that will bring the end with or without intervention,

Though not determined by our hands.

…The sanctity of life.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~