Chill…Rustle of trees
Winter is fast approaching
Usher in the dead season
Like the cycle of our lives
One dies another is born
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: natural
Looking Back
Looking back over rounded shoulders,
At friends who’ve long passed;
He can see them like yesterday,
So much like him today.
“Maybe I don’t want to go forward alone”, he thought,
His blanket of bronze and gold
Offering little warmth to his heart grown cold.
His parched lips quiver under mossy beard,
Longing for a sip of cool mountain water.
What lies ahead scares him
Standing at rivers edge.
In his youth no apprehension would he have shown,
His fearlessness bringing out the best in him,
But no longer is he fearless, no longer is he emulous.
Instead he is resigned to spend his life’s remainder…
Waving goodbye to what was
And what might have been.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
(Words at the Weekend – 17-18 August 2013 prompts)
http://boipoet.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/words-at-the-weekend-17-18-august-2013/
I Think – A Tanka
I think…I’m thinking
Ne’er ceasing, ever changing
Like tides ebb and flow
Under natures influence
Yet free to carve my own course
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fortress Strong
Sealed up tight in fortress strong
Awaiting horrors start unknown
For eons this a battle long
Beauty in tragedy time has shown
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Landscapes ravaged, void and burned
Brown and black the palette chosen
Man controls, but has not learned
In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing
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Yet in the wake of this terrible scourge
A million lives behind armor are born
Without so much as a prod or an urge
This called home on land war torn
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A tiny life out of ashes protrude
This progeny will not struggle alone
Natures mysteries through pain they exude
In beauty birthed of the lowly pine cone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Step Toward Cliffs Edge
A step toward cliffs edge;
Downward falls rock and sand,
Bouncing, ricocheting off stone walls,
Shear and treacherous in route to their destiny.
Equilibrium falters on unsure footing,
Perched high above circling birds,
An unnatural scene for man.
Carved by wind and water
Otherworldly vastness astounds.
Its artist appears a distant ribbon of green-blue
Winding mesas and chasms ,
Ever chiseling to greater and greater depths,
Slow, deliberate, unnoticed by all but the creator.
Revealing what is evident to all but fools;
How abruptly the human spirit can be dashed,
Minimizing our self-aggrandizing achievements.
What feat of man could compare?
We are but amateurs
Crawling in hopes to walk,
Attempting to master the unmasterable,
Devastating perfection, striving to control.
Can we not just appreciate the grandeur,
The depth and breadth of this– Grand Canyon.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Model Of Perfection
Cascading waterfalls,
Feed by mountain snows,
Sculpt masterpieces,
On a canvas of faceless stone,
Meticulously perfect,
Timeless in their artistry,
Mother’s brushes and chisels,
Water, wind and sand,
Do what the masters could never do,
Hobbema- Rembrandt paint pretty pictures,
But nature did create their models,
By her own steady hand,
Exquisitely crafted and signed,
To the world with love.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hostile Nature
Image credit – thewaterq.com
The exploit of nature
Indiscriminate as if it has no consequence
Acting as master as if it were all under control
When all is well, you belittle the tree huggers
Crucifying compassion and caution as a gauntlet to progress and profit
Until progress yields to disaster
Igniting the public relations machine
Blame is never placed with self but on others
Minimizing damage to the image is paramount
The environment expendable
Poisoned water, tarballs, dead zones
Headlines today soon to be forgotten by the gluttonous masses
Creatures of habit bribed by unscrupulous liars
Clearly the cleanliness of air and water are of only temporary concern
Instant gratification is worth sacrificing the progeny
These behemoths think nothing of the living world
It is here to be conquered at any cost
To be stripped bare of the resources it has so long protected
Coal, oil, gas
Eighteenth century fossils lobbied to buy the people’s government
Elected officeholders answerable to none
These scoundrels throw our prospects to the wolves
Tearing at the plunder as if a rabid pack
The citizenry kept appeased by hollow promises lays in coma
Promised to reap the rewards of the spoils
But at what loss must the gain aspire
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Jeweled Desert
Credit – gorp.com
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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The late fall sky
Bathed in tangerine and magenta
Fragrance of Palo Verde and Cottonwood fills the air
Serenity cloaks the towering granite peaks
Wrapping them in shades of purple and gold
Exalting their millennial majesty
The coyote’s bay
Floating effortlessly through the canyons
They share their lonesome longing song
Adorned as if otherworldly
Cacti and the gnarled Joshua tree dot the desolate Sonoran desert
Prickly and unpretentious in their beauty
The landscape ruled by snake and scorpion
Rattle of the tail and venomous sting, relics of the deadly precipice
The destiny awaiting the oblivious visitor
Rain devoid xeriscape
Designed by the marvelous hand of nature
Wondrous in it’s simplicity and complexity
Man could not have created such a miraculous wonder
For our nature is to destroy
Still the creator left flawed beings as the keepers
To cherish and protect his prized ecru jewel.
A Question of Eternity
Credit – window2universe.org
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Who am I
Did not my spirit exist be for me
Perhaps not in this form,
Though most surely it did exist.
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The things I am are not new to me
My essence existed at the beginning
Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it
So who was I before.
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Maybe a river running through Africa
A blue whale navigating the seas
Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high
Could not part of me have existed in all of these.
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In this I find comfort
The body being merely a vessel
Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth
To be gladly returned upon passing.
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The energy that is me remains
Free of this vessel
Free to become whatever the universe deems fit
Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.
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There is peace in thoughts of this
Knowing I have always been and will always be
Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion
Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.
Natural Beauty
Natural Bridge – Located in Natural Bridge, VA
Taken July 8, 2012
A gown of crystal flows at your feet
Unpretentious yet purposeful in its design
Your hard exterior shaped by the elements
Wind and water the artists brush
Veins of brown and green soften your skin
Giving life to those harbored within your walls
For centuries you have been looked upon in awe
A natural wonder bathed in warm colors
Ever evolving in size and beauty
Leaving your mark on lives touched
Splendid, majestic, enchanting
Character only the creator could have imagined
Dom DiFrancesco 