Tag Archives: pretend

Every Face

I live life walking amongst the masses

Seeing stories in every face,

In every wrinkle, smile, frown,

In every scar and freckle,

Real or imagined they speak to me.

Their silence, writing volumes,

Horror, action, romance, fact, fiction,

Genre’–It is for me to decide,

Bending reality into a thing of make believe.

My entertainment is paramount,

Turning the commonplace to adventure,

Breathing life into the mundane.

This is the art, the medium unimportant,

Though mine is of the word.

Looking in the mirror

You could not possibly see what I see,

For it lives only in my mind

Until it boils over onto paper.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Skin Deep

Perfection, clear to the beholders eye,

At times, going no further,

Stopping skin deep, superficial.

A smear of makeup, of blush, of rouge,

Lipstick strewn with clown-like abandon,

A caricature of what others see.

Every reflection,

Distorted by fun-house mirrors,

Diffusing into an abomination.

Painted by marketing’s ideal,

Airbrushed, made-up, impeccability,

Attempts to compete are fruitless.

Challenging imagination is no competition,

You my love have already won.

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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 ~~