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A Dream Walk

Do I dare walk this twisted mile

Beneath the sway of the weeping willow canopy.

An aire of pecan and clover

Floats on a warm moist wind,

Hypnotizing my senses.

Lured like steel to magnet

I saunter on my dream swept way.

Grassy fields cropped to a dandy’s perfection,

Paint a canvas of green

Dimpled with the smiling faces of daisies.

In the distance,

The silhouette of a weary plow horse

Pinches the emerald horizon,

As it grazes to reinvigorate.

With each yard strode,

A cloud of dust, summoned by my wake

Climbs to the heavens,

Whisked skyward by the tepid breeze.

Stricken by the silence,

Only the swirling song of  Morning Doves for company,

I reminisce of a time before my time.

What simplicity in this wanton beauty,

If only this were home.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Mirror on the Soul

A warm summer breeze

Skin glistening in the sun

Like the souls mirror

Releasing your true essence

Out to a waiting world

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A Tanka

~~ D. 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 ~~

Spring Dream – Haiku

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Credit – en.wikipedia.org

Winter doldrums live

As we watch through our windows

Awaiting first buds

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Nature’s Beauty – Haiku

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Image credit – firstpeople.us

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Light as a feather

Wind dances through the treetops

Summoning the Gods

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The moon overhead

Keeps watch over it’s subjects

While they soundly sleep

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Winding rivers flow

Steadily toward open sea

Free from all constraint

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Mountains majesty

Big Horns rule the rocky crags

Where others fear tread

Buffett’s Life – Haiku

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Cool ocean breezes

Pinã Colada in hand

Love in the tropics

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Coconut oil

Kettle drums and bongos play

This is the good life

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Warm sand between toes

Caribbean blue waters

Heaven here on earth

Spinning

Orbs,

Large,

Small,

Knobby,

Slick,

Fat,

Thin,

Two or three,

Resisting macadam,

Revolting against pavement,

Carbon,

Steel,

Aluminum,

Combinations in between,

Sleek and beautiful,

Hard, but flexible,

Cool between my knees,

Blue,

Red,

Green,

Black,

Yellow,

White,

All the colors of the rainbow and more,

Pushing,

Up and down in rhythm,

Pumping,

And Pumping,

Carefree and fun,

Wind blowing through my hair,

Sun on my face,

I’m a kid again,

Riding…riding…riding my bike.

Alone in this Universe (A Poem)

Eagle Nebula

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Spying skyward
A field of black velvet laid out before me
Punctuated by pinpoint twinkles of light
Wondering out loud
Are we really alone?

Only the arrogant answer yea
What mysteries lay beyond Orion’s Belt
Naked eyes can only speculate
Mesmerized by sights born of imagination
Pondering human existence.

Man has always conjectured
Primative cave drawings, ancient scrolls imply
Pointing towards the heavens
In search of answers
Was this the origin of religion?

We can only suspect
Ignorance feeds mythology
God,  a being unlike us
A being  born of another world
Could he not be that depicted in antiquity?

We may never know
Labeling those that claim interaction fools
Discerning their reality as insane
Yet maybe it is we that are the fools
Self-righteously condemning that which escapes our understanding.

As I lay prone
Looking to the skies for resolution
With more questions than answers
Wondering aloud
Are we really alone?