Ravages of time
I see it in the mirror
Wrinkled, grey and thin
Underneath it all I’m young
Still childlike in my mind
This shell is just that–
A shell, weather-worn with age
To be discarded
But this is not the real me
Only a facade that I show the world
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A new day begins,
Mine to make of as I please
Or let swallow me.
To live or die at its hand–
My only care in this world.
What choice should I make?
This should be oh so simple
Yet still I struggle.
I seek magical answers
When life stands right before me.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’d forgotten the serenity of the vicious sea;
Her frothy mane as it spreads itself upon the shore
Gracefully stroking me, drawing me into her loving embrace.
To touch her, to feel her supple skin beneath my hands;
Soft yet strong as it glides effortlessly away from the shore,
I am captivated by her beauty.
The shimmer of her eyes blinds both sun and moon,
They are no match for her diamond soul,
Nor am I as she swallows the sun as it sets.
In dark of night I can hear her calling across her sandy expanse
The path of the moon dancing from wave to wave
Revealing how miniscule I am under heaven
Just as the grain of sand swept from shore.
I smile as if one with the earth and sea
Flowing effortlessly from here to there.
O’ how I had forgotten how beautiful the sea,
How beautiful the soul,
How beautiful and how temporary this life;
Until she reminded me of what I am.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mandarin sun sets
Sinking perilously slow
As it always does
The coming day begs it rise
Bringing light and life to earth
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Faces look around
Each with varied histories
Searching for answers
This is what makes us human
Regardless of appearance
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What’s our future hold
My only hope is for peace
Peace for our children
Look into their guiltless eyes
How could you pull the trigger
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Naked and raw
Blasting from the womb like a seedling from its pod
Screaming for the first breath
So begins the amazing campaign
A politician elected to life.
Born out of love or lust
The aftermath which is indistinguishable
Unquenchable contest for sustenance
To triumph is all that is known
Primal urges the impetus to persist.
Adolescence brings arrogance
As maturity is sluggish to prevail over unrefined emotion
Enmity and dispute become commonplace
Tightening the reins like those of an untamed mustang
Welcome, right of passage.
Time quells obstinacy
While Respect replaces contempt
Competition for dominance is no longer primary
Instead wisdom is honored rather than detested
Seeing in age what we hope to become.
Understanding seems second nature
Now seen through the eyes of the aged
What once so obscure, is now clear as crystal
Modeled in the image of those that came before
To live in us as both a blessing and curse.
Son becomes father, daughter becomes mother
The circle enclosed as adolescent morphs into elder
Kindred souls flow like a river never-ceasing
Reproducing life through life’s rushing waters
Simply actors are we in this great play.
Leaving behind those we’ve reared
Progeny that embody what is transcendent
Nature and happenstance will dictate their course
While predecessors move on to nights last voyage
Rhythmically repeating the cycle of life.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: This was the very first poem that I posted on WordPress back on June 30, 2012. I haven’t read this poem in a very long time and fortunately I still like it. I thought it might be nice to sprinkle a few pieces into the mix that many of you may not have seen. I hope that you like them. Thank you all for the long time support that you have shown me, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.
Travel forth in life
Entranced with this wondrous world
Indeed it’s awe filled
If only you live eyes open
To the beauty around you
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Waters flow freely
Ever flexible, formless
Yet so powerful
Should we not live as water
Molding to life as it comes
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ how man grasps for a Higher Power
Looking for answers to someone unseen
Praying for knowledge before the final hour
Asking recognition for all that we’ve been
Nay–seldom does the Divine ever respond
Rather resting squarely on the faith of man
Free-will determining what we will become
No one there to take us by the hand
Responsible are we for making our way
Following the path that we choose
Easy it is, surely no one will say
This life is ours to live or to lose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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