Tag Archives: living

This Journey

This journey,

One traveled by us and all that came before,

Has been paved with blood,

Watered with sweat,

Graded with pain,

Sprinkled with joy;

This road is the only one we know.

Although different obstacles may impede our way,

Cause one to stumble while another may fall

And allow another to wander a street paved with gold,

This road must begin at our beginning

And end at our ending regardless of effort,

Caring not how long it takes

Or what treasures we collect along the way.

Our intention alone is to live well in this, our reality.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Time for Making Time – A Tanka

Time for making time

To do the things that one loves

What ever that is

Like the wick of a candle

Whose end burns ever closer

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Question

I was once asked,

“When death stares you in the face what will you say?”

I pondered and sighed and smiled a smile I could not erase.

Thank you…

That was my answer,

Thank you for my life,

It has been full.

Thank you for my wife,

My lover,

My partner,

My children,

Thank you for every sunrise,

Every sunset,

Every shooting star in the heavens,

Thank you for all the love,

The sadness,

The joys,

The pain,

I couldn’t have gotten on without you.

These are but a simple few of all for which I’d give thanks.

Of all that I am thankful for, I am most thankful for time,

Not for how much or how little,

But thank you for the time that I had in this beautiful tortured world,

Amongst those I love,

And those that loved me.

For these I am most thankful.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

To See The River

To see the river and watch it flow,

Effortlessly from where it came to whence it go

Never curious about why or where,

Traveling with grace, nary a care.

Unlike man who obsesses and frets,

About all that he gives and all that he gets.

Grabbing as much as he possibly can,

Selfish and hoarding ‘til it gets out of hand.

Then in the end they find all is for naught,

Worth nothing more than a penny for a thought.

Wise would it have been to follow rivers example,

Living with ease, nature provides all that is ample.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Dirt Road – A Tanka

Dirt road of life walked

Full of potholes and ditches

Where does the road end

Do you really want to know

Wouldn’t it spoil the fun

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Emotion – A Tanka

Every emotion

Combines to make us human

Though at times painful

It is inescapable

A sign..what it means to live

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Passing

Clouds, grey and foreboding hang heavy as my heart.

This unsculpted field of weeds and stone lays before me,

Watered by tears and sorrow,

Sadness of lost love, loss of cherished companions,

Lives sacrificed to the natural or tragic.

It matters not how or why to this pain so intense,

For with each thought of death the abyss broadens,

Taking miniscule pieces of us beyond.

Flowers once vibrant dry and blacken,

Bowing before their marble master in death.

Refreshed for a time, but soon forgotten,

Left to crumble and scatter in the wind.

Not for lack of caring or sympathy, but resign,

No more to pursue this self-torment and pity.

What good does it do for those passed,

Is not life to be walked amongst the living?

Leaving the dead to their eternal rest;

We will reunite with those beyond our touch,

One day, in the place of our faith,

Joined together in a future unknown.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Specks Of Dust

Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers

Float in and out of lemon colored rays.

Where did they come from and where are they going?

What were they before they were this,

The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,

Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert

Or from the gardens in my backyard.

They seem eager to get where they are going,

Stopping for nothing or no one,

Determined in their own mindless way,

Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.

Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?

Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,

Then just as quickly they are gone,

Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,

Watching us as we go about our lives.

Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,

But something more, something alive or animated.

Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,

One which we could only hope to aspire too,

Perfection in miniature,

Just maybe.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

See You, Feel You

I see you–sights of you everywhere I go,

Awake, asleep, eyes closed or open.

I feel you in every moment of every day,

When I’m alone or in a crowd.

You my love are so ingrained in me,

Individuals–yes, but we are one.

We share a history and travel into one future,

Plotting course through this life.

Joys and sorrows, trials and tribulations,

All have made us who we are,

Made us stronger through adversity.

These are not to be regretted, but cherished,

Part of living the life we have been given.

Not one moment would I change,

Would I give back exchanging it for another.

We are who we are my love,

No more from this life could I ask.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Miles Apart

Living miles apart,

Acting like casual friends

Instead of siblings.

Visits far too infrequent

And our calls are far too few.

We have grown distant.

Not because of difference,

We are not that kind,

But because our life journey,

Leads us down different roads.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~