We drive in silence
I behind the wheel…focused
Her my passenger
Nothing needs said as we go
We just hold hands and smile
The years have joined us
Love expressed in the wordless
Ever commonplace
It is not that we don’t speak
But that our hearts beat as one
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reading, writing
Everything and anything to sleep
Standing on my head…no I can’t do that
Tick-tock goes the clock
Listening to the voice in my head
Eager for it to be silent
Staring into the darkness
Secure that it will be another sleepless night
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Quiet at sunrise
Daybreak’s very first moment
Peaceful as it gets
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Modern art skyline
From the brush of Picasso
A true masterpiece
Painted in antiquity
It is irreplaceable
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Carrying the instrument of your own death
Jeering crowds spitting and taunting as you go
Forgive them Father for they know not what they do
Cried with sincerity for these misguided souls
Even in this ultimate humiliation
Your faith never faltered
And by that we have been saved
…How could you not love Him
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our past watches modernity from the grave.
Sprawling fields of monument and headstone
Honor these souls that ventured on before us.
What must they think of this world as they look on,
Our never ending roadways,
Towering buildings of glass and steel,
Automobiles supplanting horse and carriage,
Our lack of respect for water, air and life,
Politics more polarizing than any in history,
Unquenchable greed marring its noble past?
Perhaps they are relieved to be in a better place,
Sleeping peacefully under a blanket of white,
Winter’s cold and man’s ignorance
No longer gnawing at their weary bones.
As we pass by should we not think of them,
Consider how far we have traveled,
How far behind we have fallen,
What we have lost,
What we have surrendered in frustration.
If we are to regain our souls,
Our greatness and our compassion,
Reversing this slide into oblivion,
These fields likely hold the key
Under their peaceful blanket of white.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Flower filled ravine
Planter for nature’s bounty
Painted in pastels
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Rough waters recede
Leaving stillness in its wake
Ebb and flow of life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drink the frigid morn
Feel your body come alive
With each vivid breath
This, the invisible force
Visible to be honored
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You reach out for me
My vessel–something to hold
But it’s illusion
You cannot touch who I am
For it is not this body
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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