Look all around you
Don’t you see the Master’s work
Artists perfection
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Not Unlike Any Other Day
Not unlike any other day;
Venturing a noon day stroll.
Characteristic music playing in my ears
Eerily absent as I make my way.
Preferring to listen to songs playing around me;
The rustling of leaves,
The birds in the trees,
Mariachi blaring from a passing car,
The sound of machinery
Busying otherwise idle hands,
The sounds of steel pipe clanging,
All music to my ears,
All sounds I would have missed
If they were muffled by my Beats.
How interesting I found this orchestra,
Each playing to its own metronome.
None were less sweet than the other
Though how vastly different the pitch.
Perhaps this is the beginning a new routine,
One in which I take notice.
Enjoying both the sights and sounds
Of the world that surrounds me
Instead of drowning it out with modern gadgetry.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Joy in the Melody of the Sparrow’s Song (Sonnet)
Joy in the melody of the sparrow’s song,
I sit in wonderment at the skies varied palette.
As though an observer, I feel I don’t belong,
Second fiddle in this heavenly ballad.
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Yet my premise is false, I am part the story,
Woven into the fabric of our universe.
Sharing in its pain and relishing in its glory,
Though my time is for certain most terse.
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Revealing in it’s beauty, I’m astonished by the day,
How perfection could have happen by chance.
A Universal Spirit must surely have had it’s way,
In this earthly and spiritual fire dance.
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With each passing day, O’ how little I know,
Though I wouldn’t miss the chance to see the show.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How Wondrous this World
How wondrous this world
Lost among our modern distractions
Beauty of the mountains
Joy in the raging rivers
Mystery of the oceans
Lushness of our forests
Cast aside by youth out of boredom
Zion, Yellowstone, Grand Canyon,
Great Lakes, Salt Lake, Crater Lake,
Giant Redwoods, Joshua Trees, dwarf pines,
Nothing but passing scenery
Have we truly progressed
Ignoring that from which we came
That to which we will someday return
How wondrous is this world
Some of us will never know
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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