To Arise Before Sun-up

To arise before sun-up,

A ritual held for many a year.

Watching the sun breach the horizon and erupt,

One that many find most queer.


The silence treasured,

As the bird snores its song.

The days birth measured,

As its hours plod along.


Brewing coffee ever so lightly fills the air,

From the window perch dawns light grows.

Soundlessly showing the utmost care,

Slumber reigns majestic as solitude shows.


Morning…oh blessed morning what have you to say?

Good morning perhaps as it always has done.

There cannot, must not be any other way,

Than to start the day anew as it has always begun.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco —


Poetry Prompt: We Drink Because We’re Poets – Poetry Prompt #8 – Morning

Shipwrecked (Reverse Acrostic)

Many a trip to distant shores

Seen from deck and crows nest high

I pray my return home to Aliveri

Its port, my village, my final trip

Still far from home the wind did blow

Gale ripping sails from masthead and spar

Fierce storm did brew this wretched foe

Fear contagious proving fatally toxic

Men jumping ship as we list and creak

Hull split and torn, I choke on frigid brine

I bid you farewell with great sorrow–I’m dead


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Poetry Prompt #6 Reverse Acrostic – We Drink Because We’re Poets – Prompt Word: Shipwreck

There–At The Wheel

There–at the wheel of the car that sat behind me,

It isn’t so much what I could here, but more of what I could see.


Hands were thrashing back and forth waving to and fro,

Your anger I could feel, I didn’t have to know.


Showing teeth, your lips were curled like a rabid dog,

You seemed to be unaware as if enveloped in fog.


No, I cannot read ones lips though I surely sensed your rage,

Your act was more attuned to an actor taking stage.


I can only imagine what you said, “I can’t believe you cheated”,

Words been said a million times and millions more repeated.


Awkward silence is my guess on the other end of the line,

She probably ignored “Working late” and other telltale signs.


Placing blame is not my point as love is based on trust,

One her partner clearly breached is my only thrust.


Though I could not hear her call I felt her silent pain,

My story of the jilted spouse driving the right-hand lane.


~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~


We Drink Because We’re Poets — Poetry Prompt #5 – The Ear


AUTHOR’S NOTE:  I took some liberties with this prompt as I don’t often pay attention to others conversations, probably because my hearing is not all that great.  Instead I used an incident that I saw as I was driving back to my office from a job about 3 weeks ago.  There was a woman in the car behind me (driving), angrily waving her arms and clearly screaming into her cell phone.  I used my imagination to come up with the story behind her her obvious rage.

A Dot On The Map

A dot on the map,

Another town with an odd name,

A place people pass through,

Ignored on their way somewhere else.

This was years ago;

O’ the town is still there,

But gone is its charm.

Gone are the things I loved most about it,

Gone are the wonderful pines

Standing tall next to Beal’s Hardware Store.

Gone is the pure cedar creek,

Gone are the open spaces,

Gone are the mom and pop stores dotting Main Street,

Gone are quaint family owned restaurants,

Gone is Porcellini’s Farm Market and Nursery,

Gone is Armand’s Auto Body,

Gone is Duffy’s Yacht Bar,

Gone is the wildlife preserve,

Gone are the wetlands,

Gone is the egret,

Gone are the scenic views unless you can afford them,

Gone are the commercial fishermen and clammers,

Their way of life is dying.

The pines have been bulldozed for Walmart,

Beal’s shuttered because they couldn’t compete with Home Depot,

Porcellini’s wilted and blew away

Armand passed and no one wanted to take up his fight

Duffy’s dried up under the pressure of Applebee’s,

A beautiful way of life was strangled and buried,

Caving in under the weight of corporations.

They don’t care about us…profits are their only friend.

We see it happen everyday,

In small towns all across America.

Towns founded on long time local businesses

Bankrupt because they can’t compete.

Local people forced to settle for less and pay more.

Some say, “If they don’t come here they will just go somewhere else”.

“What about the jobs?”

What about them?

Maybe you would have to commute to work,

But at least our town would still be–our town,

A place we would be proud to call home.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Poetry Prompt #2 –  The Places We Are  by We Drink Because We’re Poets

I Feel Different These Past Few Days

I feel different these past few days, wrapped in joy

Tolerance I found where before there was none.

At first I thought, perhaps this was a ploy,

That is until the other changes had begun.


Anxiety and jealousy seem much more subdued,

A struggle I’ve struggled with all of my years.

These issues I’d gnash on as if they were food,

Were simply alternatives to facing my fears.


Patiences I lost as I grew out of my youth,

Seem to be returning and rearing their heads.

All because I found what I believe is the truth,

Trepidations settle as my old skin is shed.


I think what I’ve found is the beginning of peace,

Not the kind that we show towards our fellow men.

No–the kind that’s achieved as our inner turmoils fleeced,

May I never return to that troubled place again.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



By We Drink Because We’re Poets – Poetry Prompt #1

Carols By The Fire (Tanka)

We Drink Because We’re Poets –  We Drink Inspiration –  Poetry Prompt #006

Carols by the fire

Electric Yule log ablaze

Singing out of tune

Like the late great Lawrence Welk

We’re drunk on tiny bubbles


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Alone I Sit

Autumn In The Hood 1-5 by Sahm King

Autumn In The Hood 1-5 by Sahm King – We Drink Inspiration Poetry Prompt #001 – First Impressions

Alone I sit,

Nothing but a shadow and an empty chair.

Where have we gone,

I can not fathom?

Was it me?

Was it you?

Did we just evaporate;

Melting in the blinding light of day?

I cover myself in the hopes of saving us,

But nay, I am too late.

You are gone,

I am alone,

Left to fade into the future…

Without you.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Drink Because We’re Poets – We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #001: First Impressions

Don’t You Ever Learn (Epistle)

WDBWP Monday Poetry Prompt #22: What Would You Say to You?



Don’t you ever learn

You spent our childhood always trying to please others

But where did that get you

What about pleasing us

What about it


Our teen years weren’t much different

Still trying to please the same people

Ignoring what we wanted

You acted like some kind of martyr

I don’t remember anyone asking for it


We had things we wanted to do

Sports, career, dreams that should have been a reality

And what did we do

We didn’t follow through

We ignored our own desires


Whose fault was this

It was nobodies but ours

To blame anyone else would be a lie

We didn’t stand up for what we wanted

So shut up and deal with it


Its nice though that we finally wised up

At least a little…maybe

We didn’t turn out half bad

We got smart and realized we missed her

And did something about it before she got away for good


She’s put up with us now for over 24 years

And hasn’t killed us yet

Although we probably deserved it

A long time ago

We can be high maintenance you know


And our children

What can we say

Thank God, the stars, dumb luck that they are great kids

The greatest treasure we could have asked for

A blessing if there ever was one


I’m thankful that they didn’t turn out like us

Well–At least not entirely

They did get some of their mother’s traits

Mostly the good ones…quiet she might be listening

Really, they don’t know how lucky they are


After all is said-and-done

We should be happy with how things turned out

Family is what is important

In spite of us we are doing pretty darn well in that area

A loving wife, wonderful children and a comfortable life


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Loved Ones (Sapphic Verse)

Stress and strife, what toll does it take on loved ones?

A marriage of absence does nothing but harm,

Your own progeny know you not in their lives

For selfish advance.


Busyness has supplanted all else in life

Causing scars and pain invisible to you.

When its too late, only then will your eyes open,

Loved ones will be gone.


Time is not something that is a luxury.

It travels fast and is gone before we know.

What a shame is your misplaced focus in life

Polluted by zeal.


May you find happiness on this chosen path,

One you are traveling in solitary,

Blind to the sorrow of those that love you most,

Busyness your mate.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


We Drink Because We’re Poets – Monday Poetry Prompt #20 – Sapphic Verse – Word: Busyness


Anger cultivates adversaries

And corrupts the heart and soul.

Intolerance grows like a clinging vine from this poison.

Are we so bold as to think ourselves above another,

The epitome of a self-righteous god?

Enemies will sprout from every dispute if this be true,

Of this I am confident.

Correct thinking and love are our allies,

Understanding  this, is a sign of wisdom.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 * This quote is from Mahatma Gandhi.

We Drink Because We’re Poets – Thursday Poetry Prompt #17 – Messages

Inspired by Kurt Fraziers poem – Hidden Truth