O’ Ancient One

Andrey Bobir

Andrey Bobir

O’ Ancient One,

Holding the mysteries of the world in your hands.

That which you must have seen,

That which must have graced your ears,

I’m certain it amazed and saddened you at times.

Human nature is nothing if not predictable

Constantly revisiting past mistakes.

You have tried to teach us,

Leaving us your word on parchment,

Chiseled in stone,

Etched on the expression of your face,

But still we refuse to listen.

I take comfort in knowing that you have not given up;.

You remain steadfast as you have for o’er 2500 years,

A reminder of the “Great Way”.

Perhaps someday we will learn

Taking your teachings to heart,

But until then may the Tao forever be with you.



~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #9 – “Lotus Song”

The Great Overseer Watches

Photo By Oloriel

Photo By Oloriel

The great overseer watches,

Staring down upon the flora and fauna,

Yellow in the face,

Looming large,

Dwarfing all in his path.

Yet enormity is merely size,

It does not reveal his gentleness.

He would not crush the delicate flower,

Nor terrify beasts of the field.

He leaves no trace of where he’s been

Or where he is going when he leaves.

WIth grace and in silence he rises,

Laying his soft light upon all in his charge.

Signaling slumber for those of the day

And sounding his alarm for the nocturnal.

This is his way,

This is how he always has been.

He simply is

…The gentle giant.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #6 – “The Moon Garden”, Photo by Oloriel


Such A Strange Little World

Image by Tom Bagshaw

Image by Tom Bagshaw

Such a strange world,

Surrounded by creatures small and smaller.

Into this place I’ve been hurled

Though still many times taller.

This is such an odd little place

Where I’m the the center of attention.

Creatures circle, fly and leave without a trace,

Still I’m not sure what’s their intention.

Very still I choose to sit,

Holding a statuesque pose.

Afraid if I twitch or flit,

They may bite my delicate nose.

Or scratch my ivory skin,

Turning snow white to bloody red,

Maybe kick me in the shins,

By god, I look almost dead.

Then suddenly a boom,

To the sound of thunder I awake.

Lying on the floor of my room,

Tell me–how much acid did I take.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #4 “Figments of Inertia – Image by Tom Bagshaw