Tag Archives: nature

Unusual For Its Heavenly Glory

Unusual for its heavenly glory,

A simple yet wondrous beam of light;

All colors of the spectrum shining bright.

I would have thought it a rainbow,

But for my own eyes.

Sun outlined in a thin veil of clouds–

It could not be restrained

Spilling its multicolored hues upon the earth;

A perfect column leading straight to heaven.

Mesmerized, I gazed open mouthed,

Would I have perceived this prior,

In my haste would I have been as if blind?

Beauties claim is not staked by the material alone,

This I’ve come to realize.

I’ve opened my eyes,

I’ve opened my ears,

I’ve opened my mind,

And was astonished by the effervescent world…

That surrounds me.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

O’ Brilliant Bud (Sonnet)

O’ brilliant bud, how thy beauty fills me,

Looking upon thy delicate petals bloom.

Heaven sent–I see birth within thee,

Erupting with grace from nature’s womb.

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How perfect art thee O’ simple flower,

Delicately sculpted by the hand of God.

Splendid creation through wondrous power,

Where mortal man darest not trod.

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Thy life doth mimic that of our own,

So brief, blooming into the loveliest rose.

Until thy beauty fades as time hath shown,

Returning to dust, on north wind blows.

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Regrets they’ve none for none required,

When thy final day comes and ye lay down tired.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Twilight’s Eggplant Sky (Haiku)

Twilight’s eggplant sky

Whisked with the breath of Angels

~~ Heavenly canvas

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Windchimes (Haiku)

Windchimes play their tune
At the conductor’s pleasure
~~ Nature takes a bow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Neither Caste Nor Coin (Tanka)

Neither caste nor coin
Forge anything to compare
With Mother Nature
Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso
All shams before the master
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Circle

The circle,

Crimson hooded,

Black robed wickens of sorts.

Dancing around the dead,

Salivating in anticipation,

A feast of flesh and bones.

No ill will did they harbor,

Nor wish for victims demise;

Fate granted them favor.

Not at Satan’s command,

This is their nature.

Despised by the living

As a filthy wretched horde,

Outcasts of nature

Though their purpose is divine.

They are mocked and ridiculed,

Loathed and feared,

Still they offer back to the earth

What the earth has taken.

The vulture’s cry–

A lonesome song.

Treated as lepers of the sky,

Precious are they…

In the natural chain.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Sky of Mandarin (Haiku)

Sky of mandarin

Welcome sight after darkness

~ The moon waves goodbye

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blue Skies

The Land Before Time by Michael Kittell

The Land Before Time by Michael Kittell – Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Weekend Medley 4 January Writing Prompt

Blue skies,

Clouds of ivory,

Rain, fresh as a mountain spring,

Grass of emerald green

Under rainbows crown.

This land before time,

This land before man used it for his own gain;

Not for his survival, but for his profit.

What ever happened to taking only what you need,

Just what you require to live,

Not what you desired in greed.

Those that loved this land before time–

We called them savages;

Unworthy of sharing in its bounty.

They didn’t know any better,

They didn’t see the riches that lay before them.

Blind and ignorant in our eyes, they did not deserve it,

We slaughtered them taking what was never rightfully ours.

Our claims legally binding,

They had no paper, no contract, no right,

Trespassers, every one of them to the last,

We drove them to the verge of extinction

Like the buffalo and the wolf,

But who cares,

There will be another to take their place…or not,

It does not matter.

This land before time–

Abused, polluted, strip-mined, clear-cut, overbuilt,

Unappreciated, disrespected,

But isn’t that our way,

Take until there is nothing left to take

And leaving nothing but destruction in our wake.

A sad farewell to…

The land before time.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompted By Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Weekend Medley 4 January

Mother Earth

Drawn to Mother Earth

And all her healing powers

The secrets she holds

Locked in beautiful crystals

As old as the earth itself

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Forged of elements

White, black, green, red, yellow, blue

Creations marvel

What mysteries must they hold

In this spiritual world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Buffeting Wind

A buffeting wind lashes at my person;

Crashing waves spit salty spray, soaking me to the skin,

I’m cold…much colder than this July day

This is freedom…sugar sand liberating my calloused soles.

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A dream of floating out to sea,

Bare chested–bronzing in the noonday sun.

Drifting past jetty and buoy on my way to shores unknown.

Modern distractions left unguarded shoreside

To be gathered by the random wayfarer.

I have no need for these where I go.

How peaceful without ring or correspondence.

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Hello jailbird gull, my only companion,

Keeping watch whilst the coast fades to a distant memory.

Farewell my feathered friend as I drift on gulf stream current,

Nothing but the gentle slosh of waves

To subdue the rejuvenating silence.

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I never noticed the elegance of the virginal cumulus above me,

The pearl blue backdrop sky,

So much is lost to the rigors of our daily commune.

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As day retreats from the night,

I am consumed by the star lit blanket.

So vast is the sky, so numerous the stars

All but lost amongst civilization.

In a moment of clarity I could almost see the man-on-the-moon,

Smiling at me in his mad-dash from crater to crater.

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The chatter of the gentle humpback wakes me from my slumber,

Gracefully arching above the surface

For a life-giving breath.

Taking his waiting fin, we converse telepathic;

No fear, no anxiety do we impart.

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Could there be anything more tranquil on this ravaged earth?

Awakening from this waking dream, so many times envisioned,

I long for it’s solitude,

It’s raw beauty,

Where I’m free.

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~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote this one over the summer while I was reading Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass…he inspired me,  I just love Whitman’s style.