Tag Archives: nature

How Wondrous this World

How wondrous this world

Lost among our modern distractions

Beauty of the mountains

Joy in the raging rivers

Mystery of the oceans

Lushness of our forests

Cast aside by youth out of boredom

Zion, Yellowstone, Grand Canyon,

Great Lakes, Salt Lake, Crater Lake,

Giant Redwoods, Joshua Trees, dwarf pines,

Nothing but passing scenery

Have we truly progressed

Ignoring that from which we came

That to which we will someday return

How wondrous is this world

Some of us will never know

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

In Simple Beauty (Haiku)

In simple beauty

Peace and fullness can be found

Draw on its power

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Shortened Days

Shortened days loom large

Precursor to winters gale

Like mortality

Calling summer to the womb

To await next year’s rebirth

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Storm Clouds Part – A Tanka

Storm clouds part to blue

Grass blades glisten emerald green

As golden sun sets

Casting a heavenly glow

All is right with the world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Coat Of Kings

Jem Farmer the boi poet – Monday Masterpiece prompt – 19 August 2013

The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass

The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass

Unabashedly wearing the coat of kings

And the rags of paupers

Proud of each one equally

With breast puffed and head held high

You make no apologies for your patchwork

Granted by the gods, it is worn with honor

Defining and making you unique

A Phoenix with an unassuming plume

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Dandelion Bends – A Haiku

Image Credit: wildmanstevebrill.com

Image Credit: wildmanstevebrill.com

Dandelion bends

Submitting to the winds will

Perennial life

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cloudless Sky – A Shadorma

Cloudless sky,

Granite peaks part blue

Bright canvas.

This painting,

Brushed from an artists palette,

A true masterpiece.

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Perfection,

Born of natures hand

Is flawless.

To compare

With the mortal works of man

Would be an insult.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Author’s Note: The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).  The information above was from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadorma.

Ember And Wolf

Embers waft skyward

Like a million tiny suns.

Free to travel ,

Going where the wind takes them,

Caring not where they land

Nor what the future holds.

Their time is now,

Today is all there is

As spark turns to ash.

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Wolf, drinks and hunts

Taking only what he needs.

Caring for the survival of the pack;

Not one bit more does he consume.

Living for today,

Feeding their future,

As it has always been,

As it will always be,

Until flesh turns to bone.

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Man the hoarder,

Eats and drinks to excess.

Gorging himself,

Engaged to the point of gluttony,

Feasting on food and goods

As if life were an eternity.

Living for today,

Collecting for tomorrow,

Denying his mortal end.

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Simple ember,

Lowly wolf,

Live by their design

Within the boundary of nature.

Man exploits all that he’s been given,

Accepting what he needs

Then grabbing what he wants,

Leaving nothing

For the ember and the wolf.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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

                            ~~

Landscapes ravaged, void and burned

Brown and black the palette chosen

Man controls, but has not learned

In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing

                           ~~

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

                           ~~

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

                           ~~

     ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~