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The Walk

Meandering as if in a dream I pondered..,

Cracks in sidewalks,

Separated like so many loves,

Askew from the tempestuousness of life,

Weeds poisoning their once sturdy frames,

Concrete strewn about like Mayan ruins,

Overgrown and forgotten, buried over time,

Crabgrass claiming their souls,

Once virginal, pristine, blinding in their starkness,

Now greyed and weathered, crumbling with age,

Discarded as trash,

The pieces left for someone else to pick up.

Awakened, with tears in my eyes I realized…,

We are not so unlike the lowly sidewalk.

We have left our elders trampled, aging and broken,

Put in the care of strangers,

Forgotten and buried in time.

Be it the mason or our maker,

This is not what they envisioned,

Abandonment and neglect of their masterpiece.

To Her With Love

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Do not look me in the eyes my love,

For my intentions are seldom pure as a dove.

In constant labor to prove my worth are I,

Lest I fall from your grace wither and die.

With a gentle stoke of my cheek you reassure me,

That I am all you ever hoped that I could be.

Still I fret that my offering is not enough,

Insecurity has aged me wrinkled rough.

Yet you look upon me as if youthful and spry,

With a devil-may-care twinkle in your eyes.

And that come hither smile you so oft display,

Leaves me breathless as always in night or day.

Unworthy am I to be held in esteem,

Yet with each day I awake to find this isn’t a dream.

Should this not be what love is about,

I ponder and pray that it’s never in doubt.

Maybe, my love, in all the world you’re unique,

To have fallen for this fool with all others you could seek.

If this somehow by irony be true,

No one else could I have cherished any more than you.

Lessons of Life

Looking forward,

Staring into the mirror of my life,

Returns a reflection of my past.

Like history,

My yesterdays keep repeating themselves,

Leaving me struggling to break free.

Hopes and dreams left partially fulfilled,

And regrets, of which there are many,

A constant battle to overcome.

Thankfully with age, I’m less likely to lament,

Especially over those things which I can not change,

Instead choosing to carve out a niche’ for the joyful things in life.

Should mistakes of the past be renewed,

Looking with eyes steeped in greater wisdom,

I endeavor to make this their last.

Still the realist that I am gets in the way,

Making the struggle monumental,

And the results muddled.

Yes…I am a flawed creature,

Free will engendered as both blessing and curse,

Yet I do not desire to change it.

We are given but one existence,

Is it destiny…luck…or divine intervention that lights our path,

For this, I have no answer, choosing instead to sit back and enjoy this wild ride.

For the Love of Imperfection

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Dark of night casts no shadow upon you,

Your radiance like a shield rejects the approaching twilight,

Do you recognize your own brilliance?

A resounding no projects itself to the world.

From the first time I beheld you,

Captivated by an acumen cast by the maker himself,

Sharp and heated as a solar flare,

Scorched impressions left on everyone in it’s path.

Yet surviving within your universal turbulence is tenderness,

Soft and warm drawing in those most dear,

Contrary to your impetuous past,

You shine your bronze rays on all that surrounds you.

You are stellar and strong,

Divine in your organic beauty,

Any change would make you less than who you were meant to be,

Perfect in your humanly flawed design.

Loves Embrace – (Haiku)

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Grasping at my soul

Frost of love gone cold haunts me

Every waking hour

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Love like summer’s heat

Burns deeply with passing time

Capturing the heart

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Screaming out in pain

Wallowing in tears of lose

Praying you return

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Your gentle fragrance

It’s bouquet embraces me

Softened with a kiss

Forgotten Warriors

Rock covered armored vehicle
Afghanistan
Children and adult villages pelt
the vehicles with rocks as they pass

By D. R. DiFrancesco

I don’t pretend to know the feelings of war,

I’ve never served,

Instead living the joy and sorrow,

Loneliness and homesickness through my son.

 

Here I sit in my easy chair,

TV tuned to CNN,

Disgusted that there is no coverage,

Do they even remember we are at war?

 

I remember every waking hour of the day,

Passing my sons empty room,

Left as a constant reminder that he’s far from home,

Living in squalor, among Camel Spiders and Taliban.

 

He wrote,

Finally I realize…

Everything here wants to kill us,

My eyes welled up with tears.

 

He’s his own man now,

No longer can his mother and I protect him,

Our trust must be placed in his training,

Relying on his bravery and strength.

 

This makes it no easier,

Weeks pass with no word,

Sadness and worry are all consuming,

Struggling to maintain sanity.

 

Then a brief call or message online,

All is well, could you send me a few things,

I need new boots, snacks, vitamins,

My God its hot here.

 

For just a few moments there is happiness,

Content that for now he is safe,

Then he is gone again,

No word for weeks.

 

Sitting in my easy chair,

Still no coverage on TV,

Certain that they have forgotten.

Praying for the next call.

 

Don’t worry,

I’m safe and doing well.

 

PLEASE DON”T FORGET OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN SERVING IN AFGHANISTAN

OR ELSEWHERE AROUND THE WORLD

Oneness

By D. R. DiFrancesco

A single candle,

A dimly lit room,

Your face,

A flickering mix of light and shadow,

Still I would know you anywhere.

My fingers trace your silhouette,

I recognize every curve,

Committed to memory as if they were my own,

A map of the life we have lived together.

Is this not what love is?

Two souls conjoined,

Hearts beating in like rhythms,

Indistinguishable from one another.

Yet we are opposites,

In nearly every way dissimilar,

Inexplicably attracted though,

Balancing on a razors edge.

You turn to me,

The warmth of your breath caresses my ear,

Your tender moist kiss envelops me,

At once I am yours and you are mine.

We are one.

 

With Love – Haiku

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Reddened cheeks tear stained

Broken heart bleeding crimson

Poisoned by lost loves

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Soft and tender kiss

Blushing my body tingles

Leaving me breathless

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Take my calloused hand

Gently enveloped by love

Softening my soul

Resplendence or Regret

By D. R. DiFrancesco

 

Do you like what you see,

Molded after what you dreamed I’b be,

Sheltered behind walls of stone.

 

My wings clipped,

Meant to keep me safe,

Instead, caging my will to fly.

 

I knocked on fates door,

Only to have it slammed angrily in my face,

Resigned to a destiny of civilized certainty.

 

Is this the path I would have chosen?

Maybe, but that was for me to adjudge,

I never had the chance to find out.

 

Adolescence enslaved me,

Chaining my desires, preventing them from soaring,

Pushing me in directions that you found acceptable.

 

Age held no respite,

Desire for approval ingrained into my being,

Second guessing decisions through your minds eye.

 

Passage to maturity should not proceed this way,

Life’s lessons are meant to form us,

To be our guide through our metamorphosis to adulthood.

 

Despite being bound to the past,

Handcuffed to the vision of what I was supposed to be.

I have broken free of the iron shackles of my youth.

 

With no time for regrets I have freed me,

Unlocking my hopes from the dungeon of childhood,

Escaping the hangman that would have stifled my future.

 

Look back I would not change a thing,

Realizing that your protectiveness although misguided, decided who I became,

Leaving it up to me to alter the path on which I strode.

 

In strength I have become myself,

Confronting my shortcomings with an iron fist,

Finding the goodness in what I have become.

 

Harboring no compunction,

You did what you did out of love for my well-being,

Although flawed doing what you thought was best.

 

For this I thank you.

Lost in Life

Reaching mid-life,

Still trying to find my way.

Who am I?

What am I supposed to be?

Shouldn’t I know by now?

This is absurd!

So many hobbies,

So many ventures started but left unfinished,

It doesn’t matter what they are,

They all have ended the same,

Lost interest or realized I wasn’t any good.

In a pile of ruin,

I have left hopes and dreams,

All in the name of being responsible,

Always true to others but not to myself.

Finally I’m in unfolding,

I am growing and maturing,

Making time for myself,

Taking time for my muse,

Joyfully immersed if only for an hour at a time.

Balancing the ephemeral,

Food, clothing and shelter,

With the nourishment of creativity.

Making my self whole,

On word at a time.