It Speaks In Tongues

It speaks in tongues,

Jagged and cruel to the ear.

 

It gnaws at human flesh, my flesh

Carnivorous and cannibalistic,

Leaving scars deep within.

 

These scars, the blood I let is unseen,

Yet the tears are real,

Signs of the pain I’ve embraced

As a lover to his love.

 

O’ the excuses I’ve made

While revelling in my torment.

I’ve chosen not to go on,

To anchor my future to the misery of the past.

You would not have wanted this, I know,

But weakness and loss are all that I have left.

I understand them,

I take comfort in their constancy

Though they devastate my soul.

 

To love again would be far more than I could bear,

To smile at the new day would dilute me,

Partaking of joy in the joy of another would sacrifice me!

I am unworthy of romance, of passion

With a heart melancholy and corrupted..

 

Of this I am certain,

Fate whether by God or my own hand

Will haunt me until the day that I die.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Moss Slippery and Wet Beneath My Feet

Moss, slippery and wet beneath my feet,

Covering the rock and root tangled path I traverse.

Though drenched to the bone I am in ecstasy

For my love awaits by the lake shore.

The melodic sound of the wren announces my arrival,

Yet I am unable to discern whether she is happy or agitated.

No matter, through the mist I spy my lover’s shawl

Resting lazily on a fallen oak.

I call to her, but I am offered no reply.

How perplexing is this predicament.

The mirror like stillness of the lake reveals no trace,

No footsteps point her direction.

What supernal event has befallen her?

Horrible graphic images come to mind.

Did she drown,

Did she fall victim to some unknown villain,

Was she disheartened,

Choosing to stray off as some palliative remedy?

Alas, I am alone,

The fragrant scent of patchouli wafting from her shawl,

This–the only sign she had ever existed,

But for the perfect masterpiece of her kept

By the artist, that is my mind.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #8

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8

O’ Silvery Ghost

O’ silvery ghost

Muted light bathes tear-stained cheeks

Shed for my lost love

I beg you–grant me mercy

As I mourn my selfish loss

I was not worthy

Offering only safety

While she offered love

Blame squarely sits upon me

As I fade into the night

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I See You in My Dreams

I see you in my dreams;

Vivid as day, real as if this was reality.

When I awake, only then do I realize it was my mind

Playing a celluloid trick on my psyche.

Salty tears stain my cheeks,

Heart racing, body shuddering, I weep.

You were there, I was there–

I could see you,

Smell your fragrance,

Feel your touch, skin on skin–

Then you were gone, fading into oblivion.

With only a look and a smile over your alabaster shoulder;

You said nothing, your eyes said it all.

Tarnished by longing and sorrow;

Goodbye revealed in their parting glance

You vanished, I am alone.

Was this a dream or love reincarnate?

It matters not.

Either way–

I am lost without you.

.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~