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I’d Forgotten The Serenity Of the Vicious Sea

I’d forgotten the serenity of the vicious sea;

Her frothy mane as it spreads itself upon the shore

Gracefully stroking me, drawing me into her loving embrace.

To touch her, to feel her supple skin beneath my hands;

Soft yet strong as it glides effortlessly away from the shore,

I am captivated by her beauty.

The shimmer of her eyes blinds both sun and moon,

They are no match for her diamond soul,

Nor am I as she swallows the sun as it sets.

In dark of night I can hear her calling across her sandy expanse

The path of the moon dancing from wave to wave

Revealing how miniscule I am under heaven

Just as the grain of sand swept from shore.

I smile as if one with the earth and sea

Flowing effortlessly from here to there.

O’ how I had forgotten how beautiful the sea,

How beautiful the soul,

How beautiful and how temporary this life;

Until she reminded me of what I am.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Sting (Haiku) / Crystal (Senryu)

Sting of Scorching Sands (Haiku)

Sting of scorching sands

Turning silica to glass

Natures melting pot

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Crystal and Fine Wines (Senryu)

Crystal and fine wines

Regalia of the snooty

The harder they fall

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA: Improving Our Haiku #2

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Since I had never intentionally written a senryu I thought Ha’s prompt this week might be the perfect opportunity to try…so here it goes.

Icy Froth

Icy froth crashes over unshod feet,

Numbing and cramping as they slowly sink into sea-washed sand,

Pant legs soaked with limitless brine.

The gale whips up waves dressed in white one after another,

Chilling me to the bone with cold excitement,

Breath and spirit become one with the undulation.

Sting of salt spray does not deter as I spy the fractured horizon,

Dreaming of serving on the distant freighter

Rising and falling with the swells on it’s way to exotic ports.

What better life is there than to work shoulder-to-shoulder with your brethren

Under sun and on sea,

Conjoined with the natural forces overhead and underfoot.

Were it not for you my love– this destiny I would have fulfilled,

But alas…it was not to be,

For I love you more than the sand, the sun and the sea.

So here I stand,

Looking out on what might have been,

Joyful for what is

And content with what will be.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

This Must Be Paradise

The band playing,

Something Caribbean and acoustic.

Cigarette smoke swirling,

Thick and dreamy,

Like a storm cloud overhead.

Reminiscent of Bogie and Bacall.

Tropical breezes,

Twisted by bamboo fans,

Deliberate spin.

Ice tinkles as it slides to the bottom of the empty glass.

Another scotch,

Single malt on the rocks.

Humidity in the air,

Sweat streams like the gulf tide.

Cotton shirt,

A combination of moisture and salt.

The pattern of the tropics.

Surf sounds,

Rolling gently,

Up the sugar sand shore.

Moon glistening,

Off the albino caps.

Palm fronds,

Softly rustle high overhead,

Breaking the silhouette,

Of the tangerine moon.

There is no place I’d rather be.

Tropical breeze,

Kettle drums,

Smell of the ocean,

And single malt,

Surely this must be…

Heaven on earth.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~