Sunlight’s refraction
Hostage to frosty prism
An icy rainbow
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sunlight’s refraction
Hostage to frosty prism
An icy rainbow
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grand Canyon winter
Buttes caped in the whitest robes
Pure and unspoiled
A picture perfect postcard
Painted by the Master’s hand
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A beautiful sight
Burnished under an endless sky
Her majesty unchallenged
She harbors life in this cold
Though her shores appear barren
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Deer, eagle, rabbit
All survive her harsh winter
As done for eons
Wondrous in their fortitude
Man has yet to ruin them
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Protected from harm
One of the seven wonders
She most surely is
May this always be so
For generations to come
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Leaf saunters downward
Unable to cling to life
Winter has conquered
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Subtle energy,
A gift–to me from the ancestors.
My way of giving to others.
Not as the source,
But as a humble conduit.
I am minute,
A speck of something much larger.
Using the gentlest of touch
Or even none at all
Healing from the Divine passes.
Knowing energy–
Through the most mortal of hands.
Some call it evil,
The work of the devil,
But it is not, how could it be
When offered with love.
Perhaps its mystery scares them
Or perhaps it threatens their beliefs,
I do not know.
Such a strange twist of logic is this,
To dismiss something born of goodness
That can never harm.
If only all beliefs were as pure
And as in tune with nature as this.
Would not the world be a more peaceful, loving…
And less violent place.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter in the wings
Insects in their final throes
Succumb to the cold
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Circle, circle, circle down
Until he lands upon the ground
Landing softly, though graceful not
Tossing and turning in his resting spot
Mesmerized am I at this sacred show
By this tiny creature in final throes
Years gone by I’d have taken its life
Believing it kind to end his strife
Was this really ever my place at all
To live or die was never my call
On the Divine life and death does rest
Deferring to Him is surely best
Now I just sit and watch amazed
As his spirit enters its final phase
Never interfering or imposing my will
I watch as his little body grows quietly still
This tiny bee is no less than man
I’m certain it’s true in the Creator’s plan
So I’ll bid farewell for now my friend
Until someday we meet again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Undulating storms
Breathe life into flaccid land
Lifeblood is transfused
Washing clean the earth from sky
Returning to whence it came
~~ 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.
Rains cascade from the mountaintop
So fluid in its dance of desperation
Tumbling over granite shards
Impregnating the seed of the dormant bride
Soon she will welcome her offspring
Colorful and joyous
Springing from crack and crevice
To play amongst the warmth of the winds
Her groom–
Disappearing ever downward
Seeks slumber in the bed below
Having succumbed to destiny
Coyote and cacti feed from his humble remains
Quenching their arid thirst
Until at once
…He is no more
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The mirror never lies
Or so you believe.
Unequal to those on celluloid
Causing you to grieve.
Airbrushed and painted on
None of it is real.
Remove a layer, then you’ll see
What was hidden now revealed.
Ads they target girls so young
Ruining self-esteem.
All to lure those most naive
Into their their dirty scheme.
Makeup, jeans, the latest heels
Superficial to say the least.
None of this makes the girl
Instead a material beast.
Capitalist Devils take our young
And throw them in the fire.
Taking innocence and melting it down
On their greed kindled pyre.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~