My past calls my name
Like an enemy taunting
Craving reaction
But the words fade to silence
On the reinvented me
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The Passing
Clouds, grey and foreboding hang heavy as my heart.
This unsculpted field of weeds and stone lays before me,
Watered by tears and sorrow,
Sadness of lost love, loss of cherished companions,
Lives sacrificed to the natural or tragic.
It matters not how or why to this pain so intense,
For with each thought of death the abyss broadens,
Taking miniscule pieces of us beyond.
Flowers once vibrant dry and blacken,
Bowing before their marble master in death.
Refreshed for a time, but soon forgotten,
Left to crumble and scatter in the wind.
Not for lack of caring or sympathy, but resign,
No more to pursue this self-torment and pity.
What good does it do for those passed,
Is not life to be walked amongst the living?
Leaving the dead to their eternal rest;
We will reunite with those beyond our touch,
One day, in the place of our faith,
Joined together in a future unknown.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sentimentality And Longing
Sentimentality and longing–drowning
In a sea of what was.
Knowing that one can never go back
To childhood,
To before grandma died,
Before the loss of grandpa,
Before any of the idiotic decisions we make
During the folly of our youth and beyond.
The impossibility of this is obvious;
Time only marches forward,
Steady and resolute in its determination.
Leaving us, if we choose to stay,
in the dust and cobwebs of our past.
One must ask, “To what end?”
To be passed…
By opportunities for love,
The love of family,
All the good that life has to offer.
A life of misery,
A life of hoping for what was,
What can never be,
This is the fate of so many.
Living in sorrow, void of hope,
Void of happiness,
Drowning–in sentimentality and longing.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Outside
Outside–
You see a face,
Weathered, showing the wear of time,
Wrinkles carved like dry rivers
Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.
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Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,
Long since retired from hard work,
Thin and gnarled,
They are more bone than flesh,
Still their past loveliness remains.
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Hunched, from the years
And back breaking work
It’s a struggle just to stand up,
Yet there is nary a complaint uttered
Thankful just to have lived.
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“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,
Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,
Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,
Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes
Though the blue is less brilliant.
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“This was me”, as if unrecognizable
Pointing with an arthritic finger
Leading to story upon story.
“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,
“But I am so much more…”
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
No Time
No time do I have for sadness,
No time for fear,
No time for what was,
No time for what should have been,
No time for what could have been,
Its all I can do to handle today,
To prepare for tomorrow,
To do better,
Be better than I was yesterday.
Anything else diminishes me.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Past, Present, Future
What a weighty beast this animal regret,
Overshadowing the contemporary with antiquity,
For what purpose but to depress.
This concept of past, present, future inequity.
Each fleeting second paints our past,
Never ending, unavoidable, unchangeable
Causing distress and unhappiness if permitted.
Future bears no less weight,
Harboring angst in it’s face…unknown.
To what end, fear, hesitance, isolation.
No one can foretell what challenges lay ahead,
Destiny is what it will be,
Beyond mortal knowledge and control.
Remaining is present, here and now.
Over this deviant only, do we have influence,
Choice…free will, holds dominant sway.
Present is ours to sculpt into a masterpiece;
Then, in an unfathomable moment it fades into past
Never to be relived, redone, reconsidered.
Energies expended on present are well spent,
Are obtainable, conceivable, justifiable.
Past and future serve only to bleed us;
Sapping mind, body and spirit.
Let present feed the future
And bury the past.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Let Go The Past
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Don’t regret the past
Focus on what lies ahead
You are it’s master
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lessons of Life
Looking forward,
Staring into the mirror of my life,
Returns a reflection of my past.
Like history,
My yesterdays keep repeating themselves,
Leaving me struggling to break free.
Hopes and dreams left partially fulfilled,
And regrets, of which there are many,
A constant battle to overcome.
Thankfully with age, I’m less likely to lament,
Especially over those things which I can not change,
Instead choosing to carve out a niche’ for the joyful things in life.
Should mistakes of the past be renewed,
Looking with eyes steeped in greater wisdom,
I endeavor to make this their last.
Still the realist that I am gets in the way,
Making the struggle monumental,
And the results muddled.
Yes…I am a flawed creature,
Free will engendered as both blessing and curse,
Yet I do not desire to change it.
We are given but one existence,
Is it destiny…luck…or divine intervention that lights our path,
For this, I have no answer, choosing instead to sit back and enjoy this wild ride.
Dom DiFrancesco 