Oh The Lies We Tell (Tanka)

Oh the lies we tell

To deceive our reflection

But fooling no one

The mirror–superficial

Cannot reveal the true soul


~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Who Am I – A Tanka

Who am I she said

Looking beyond reflection

Mirror spreading lies

It cannot see the inside

The place where my beauty lives


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



You see a face,

Weathered, showing the wear of time,

Wrinkles carved like dry rivers

Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.


Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,

Long since retired from hard work,

Thin and gnarled,

They are more bone than flesh,

Still their past loveliness remains.


Hunched, from the years

And back breaking work

It’s a struggle just to stand up,

Yet there is nary a complaint uttered

Thankful just to have lived.


“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,

Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,

Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,

Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes

Though the blue is less brilliant.


“This was me”, as if unrecognizable

Pointing with an arthritic finger

Leading to story upon story.

“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,

“But I am so much more…”


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~