Blistering cobbles
Setting fire to foots soul
On this road to Hell
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: poetry
Fortress Strong
Sealed up tight in fortress strong
Awaiting horrors start unknown
For eons this a battle long
Beauty in tragedy time has shown
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Landscapes ravaged, void and burned
Brown and black the palette chosen
Man controls, but has not learned
In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing
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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
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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
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
God’s Symphony – A Tanka
Clouds gather around
Distant sound of thunder calls
Inviting the rain
A dance chaperoned by nature
Waltzing to God’s symphony
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life’s Drama
As drama unfolds
Hiding insecurity
I am wondering
Why do I question myself
When I should just be happy
This tears at my soul
Leaving a hole I can’t fill
Even though I try
Can this be considered fair
In the grand scheme of my life
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Spirits Journey – A Tanka
This journey followed
One created for myself
Existed within me
Born before my date of birth
In the universal mind
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Rising From Despair – A Tanka
Rising from despair
To find solace in living
As part of this world
Vital as air and water
The creator of my fate
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pain Of Loss – A Triolet
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
Though for a time a seeming lie.
— A truth of life one surely knows
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
In time tears departed surely show,
That living breaks deaths scheming lie
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
Though for a time a seeming lie?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought I would give a new (old) form of poetry a try. This form is called a triolet and dates back to 13th century France.
This Journey
This journey,
One traveled by us and all that came before,
Has been paved with blood,
Watered with sweat,
Graded with pain,
Sprinkled with joy;
This road is the only one we know.
Although different obstacles may impede our way,
Cause one to stumble while another may fall
And allow another to wander a street paved with gold,
This road must begin at our beginning
And end at our ending regardless of effort,
Caring not how long it takes
Or what treasures we collect along the way.
Our intention alone is to live well in this, our reality.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Buried Within – A Tanka
Buried within me
I found what I thought I’d lost
A love for myself
Long hidden by a facade
The time has come for release
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Cable Car
San Francisco Cable Car
Image Credit: commons.wikimedia.org
Click, clack
Sound of wheels on steel track.
It’s passengers seated and sideboard hanging,
Drawing in closely to avoid shoulder banging.
Laughing and smiling as hills fall and rise,
Joy of the children as they stare with eyes wide.
This slow moving coaster, it navigates with ease,
Tourist and locals, all does it please.
One low fare takes you beginning to end,
As seen in the movies, I would do it again.
The cable cars roll through picturesque streets,
Shops and restaurants prove such unexpected treats.
Mixing worldly cultures all living as one,
A city composed of diverse brethren.
This beautiful city a diamond on the bay,
Visitor or immigrant so many have stayed.
Whether riding the rails, up and down dip,
Or walking the streets, such a glorious trip.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
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