Fire rages hot
Only while there is fuel
Once gone it burns out
Ash left as its only clue
Blown away by gusty winds
I can sympathize
Creativity burns hot
When fed by fuel
But once it is expended
There is nothing left but ash
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
No art lies in pain
Pain simply feeds the master
Like bread the hungry
Nourishing body and soul
Statue of David
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I think,
Mind cluttered with words,
Lines,
Life,
Trash,
Looking for an escape,
A blank page,
A song to sing,
Anything,
Something to feel release,
Pressure,
Cooking up inside,
No anger,
Just excitement,
Bursting to create,
Art,
Happiness,
Love,
It matters not,
Pen,
Brush,
Heart,
Soul,
Tools all the same,
On which canvas I will exact a gentle touch,
Is the question which awaits an answer.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Creativity
Trying to break through this void
Where words elude me
She has left my side before
Returning in her own time
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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This cacophony
Spills from my mind, haphazard
Like a raging flood
Drenching everything in sight
With water, mud and debris
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~ A Tanka ~
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
