Between joy and sadness is life
Mundane and mindless
Shopping at the market
Shuttling kids from event to event
Paying the bills
Cleaning the gutters
Washing the laundry
Not to be taken for granted
Even the banal can make memories
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drink the frigid morn
Feel your body come alive
With each vivid breath
This, the invisible force
Visible to be honored
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To conform is to lie to yourself,
To suck the joy out of this finite life.
It was never meant to be locked in a cage,
It was never meant to be stuffed in a box
Shrouded behind impenetrable walls
That blot out the sun and what lay beyond.
That is not living, it is merely subsisting.
Yet this is what our fears, our parents, our cultures preach,
Conform or you will be treated as an outcast.
Well then…perhaps an outcast is what I long to be.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wilting foliage
Struggling to cling to life
Springtime in the wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn calls upon me
Her robes, red, orange, blue–calming
Life’s resurrection
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lowly water drop
Once gone leaves a ghostly tear
Such are the tears of men
Waste not this precious lifetime
Make goodness your legacy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gather up your dreams
Clutch them tightly to your breast
Never letting go
Believe they will manifest…
This becomes reality
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The river calls me
Beckoning me to follow
Sacred adventure
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What color is blood?
Red as crimson to the dullest eye.
When stripped of skin,
What is left but muscle, sinew, bone
Held together by a thin designer suit.
At birth we enter the world the same way.
At death we return the earth each the same.
Why is it that we vandalize each other
Throwing names, bullets and missiles,
Destroying our sacred selves?
More alike than different is the human animal,
Though ego prefers to separate.
Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,
Reach for the soul deep within
Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.
Honor our sameness in peace and love
Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting
…Namaste’.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Secondhand whispers
Softly, rhythmically droning
Fleeting in countdown
Too busy–we wish them gone
That is until the drone stops
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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