First love of the heart
Naive possibilities
Unrepentant joy
Ignorant of the danger
Until it has been shattered
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: love
Greatest Rewards – A Tanka
Life’s greatest rewards
Friendship, love, marriage, children
So easily lost
Succumbing to deadly sin
Destroys all that we treasure
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hardened Heart – A Tanka
A heart once hardened
Ferments in caustic hatred
Shutting out true love
Tragic is this festering
Leaving nothing but ashes
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Long Nights
Long nights spent in quiet sitting
Hand-in-hand oh how fitting
With joyous smile upon your face
Soft and delicate like cotton lace
Your gentle touch by slender fingers
Whence we part the feeling lingers
These simple things forever endear
In every moment I have you hear
No more in life could ever I pray
In health and sickness still you stayed
With love and thanks I hold you close
My lover and friend I cherish most
Praising God daily you’re here with me
For without you so alone I’d be
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shattered Glass
Shattered glass sparkles as crystal under foot.
In anger, words were elusive,
You replied with an object of convenience.
O’ the lovely bouquet;
Homeless, evicted from it’s vase residence,
A chaotic arrangement on the hardwood.
Love morphed to hate,
Expressed in oh so funny ways.
Drenched in floral water
Fragrant as your estrogen tears,
Laying prone to avoid concussion.
What brought us here?
Pictures…smile infused speak of happier times,
Posing cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand,
No angry words, no words at all,
Communication via telepathy.
Speaking became a flint
Sparking…fueling fire, blue, white hot.
Singeing flesh and heart,
Blistering physically and emotionally
Until silence became a friend.
There is no reconciliation
No bandage or splint to fix what’s broken.
Like the vase, Irreparably shattered,
Love is left in a million pieces.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Coffee Love – A Tanka
Dark, the smell of joy
Caffeinated blood flowing
Coursing through my veins
An old friend welcoming day
With an ebony smile
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lustful
Stirring in your loins
Sex with some strange consumes you
Lust, the deadly sin
Plagued with a physical want
You’ve forgotten about love
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mystery – A Haiku
Image Credit: wehearit.com
Walking hand-in-hand
Just like it was our first time
Still a mystery
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trapped
Trapped in this chasm, my mind
Constantly looking…
Searching for something only I can provide
Realizing, but still denying the power
Peering into the eyes of friends and strangers
Seeking approval…
Begging for their projection of happiness
Only to be disappointed
Let down by their inability to meet my desires
My need for acceptance,
My need for love,
My need for joy that once staked claim to my soul
But has since blow away
Sailing to parts unknown on the wings of the four winds
As I lay quiet staring at the stark white ceiling
Tears, salty and warm sting my bloodshot eyes
Crying as I’ve done so many nights before
Tomorrows another day
Maybe I’ll find what I am looking for on the other side of the door
Waiting to embrace me
Envelope me
Wash me in the happiness that I so desperately pray for
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Footsteps
Footsteps travel on as far as the eye can see
Side-by-side in lockstep just as straight as straight could be
I followed for a time to see where they would go
After a while only one set remained in the sand it did show
I stopped in amazement as they up and disappeared
What must have happened, something tragic I feared
Turning in circles no steps did depart
They just seemed to stop never returning whence they start
The second set went on at a steady measured pace
Never picking up stride, never seeming to race
I followed for a time the solitary set of prints
Nothing about their direction offered any hints
Where they might be going I hadn’t had a clue
Walking straight and narrow they never veered from true
Feet tired and achy the end it seemed in sight
Time had passed so quickly as day gave in to night
Before the light had faded I saw a chapel up ahead
A tiny cemetery, some benches and a shed
Seated on the bench, a solitary elderly man
With a bouquet of red roses held tightly in his hand
Clearing my throat so not to startle or to scare
I took a seat on his bench and struggled not to stare
Mustering up the courage I asked if he was alone
He responded, no he wasn’t in the gentlest of tones
Looking round and round there was no one else in sight
The story that he told turned me a paler shade of white
He told me that he took this stroll nearly every day
Just he and his loving wife would walk, hold hands and pray
With a smile he continued in a soft and mild tone
That part way through their walk she couldn’t manage alone
He’d pick her up and carry her the rest of their way
Her arms around his neck begging him to stay
Home is where he’d take her and lay her down to rest
Pointing to a tiny grave, he frowned, “I know its not the best”
But I promised her I’d be with her each and every day
We’d been together 60 years I knew no other way
Tonight I told her I’d be home soon never again to leave
The pain was getting far too hard as each evening alone he’d grieve
Patting my hand with trembling legs, hunched over he did stand
Shuffling over to his darling’s grave he placed the roses from his hand
I sat and watched as he walked away ‘til he’d wandered out of sight
Never again did I see the man who endeared me on that night
He’d kept the promise never to leave that he made to his love
His tiny grave, right next to hers, they’re together up above.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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