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Sunlight’s Refraction (Haiku)

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Sunlight’s refraction

Hostage to frosty prism

An icy rainbow

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Grand Canyon Winter

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 ~~

 

Subtle Energy

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 ~~

 

Circle, Circle, Circle Down

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 ~~

 

Theater Of Life

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

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

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 ~~