Lovely is the rose
Petals soft it’s anger hides
In thorns menacing
Drawing blood,it’s color joined
This…a match made in heaven
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Nation Of Ideals – A Haiku
Nation of ideals
Letting down those that believe
“Great Experiment“
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pitfalls – A Tanka
So many pitfalls…
Worry ceases not with age
No matter our hope
In times of pain and struggle
If not us who protects them
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Meandering Brook
Serene the gentle trickle of meandering brook,
Over pebbles smooth from run of time,
Coolness washes over these tired soles,
Filling lungs with fragrant breath.
How free the feeling of babble-chilled numbness,
Drifting north on travel weary limbs.
Entranced by suns leaf scattered dance,
Diamond shimmers twinkle like neon marquis,
Mesmerizing and comforting and invigorating,
Taking me places far, far away from this time.
So distant the bustle of city street and automobile,
Haze of industry, rubbish strewn waterways,
Man’s inhumanity to man,
The corruption of modernity.
Hearkened back to this simpler place,
Of brooks, pines, the sprawling fern,
Whitetail deer and paddle tailed beaver,
Blue jay and spotted owl,
Amongst these our spirits are freed.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Soul Confined – A Tanka
This soul so confined
Clawing at the gauntlet strong
Broken and bloody
Silent screaming for release
I am left to fight alone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Outward
Sand, coarse and hot runs through my fingers,
Blending seamlessly with others of their kind,
This endless sea of granulated wonder.
Alike, of similar origins, living in their same world;
Not so unlike the vastness of our own terrarium.
Under the skin, are not our similarities overwhelming,
Blood, bone, tissue, mineral, hopes, dreams, ambitions,
Born, living and dying as we all must, it is not a choice,
Nor an option given to us at first breath.
Look hard around you,
Oh, how the tricks of the eye are so convincing,
Seeing only that which is physical.
What does this tell of the being?
What of their hearts, their souls,
Their minds, their aspirations,
Their pain and suffering?
Nothing! For the eye is a fool,
Easily leading and misleading the mind,
Diverting maliciously from another’s essence,
Their true being and all that is important.
The shallowness of outward impressions limits us,
Preventing us from knowing, befriending, understanding.
Ignorance feeds us foremost,
Our temporal gluttony gorges us,
Making us something less than human,
With our flawed vision of what should be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Once A Home – A Tanka
It once was a home
Nothing but rubble remains
What are it’s secrets
If only stone and wood talked
Oh…the stories they could tell
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cosmic Tail – A Haiku
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Cosmic tail shines bright
As stars shoot across the sky
May your wish come true
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Specks Of Dust
Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers
Float in and out of lemon colored rays.
Where did they come from and where are they going?
What were they before they were this,
The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,
Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert
Or from the gardens in my backyard.
They seem eager to get where they are going,
Stopping for nothing or no one,
Determined in their own mindless way,
Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.
Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?
Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,
Then just as quickly they are gone,
Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,
Watching us as we go about our lives.
Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,
But something more, something alive or animated.
Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,
One which we could only hope to aspire too,
Perfection in miniature,
Just maybe.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What Does Not Kill Us – A Tanka
What does not kill us
Makes us stronger so they say
The heart disagrees
Love makes us suffer to grow
Before we are freed
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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