Consciously Adrift

Consciously adrift in melancholia today

A strange feeling of sorts, almost out-of-body.

Praying this awareness isn’t here to stay,

It has been some time since I have felt this oddly.


Perhaps its the conclusion of a season so merry

Punctuating my customary schedule of labor,

Or the calming of life that for a time was so hurried

Returning to the normalcy of my common behavior.


More like the drying of the druggy or drunkard,

The heart becomes heavy with worry and sadness.

These feelings have since grown increasingly absurd,

Leading me down this pathway toward madness.


Pray tell–to what end does this folly intend,

In driving my soul to the brink of destruction?

Try as I might to bandage and mend

And pull myself out of this pit of compunction.


On knees that are bent in prayer for reprieve

All one can hope for is its swiftness to pass.

Lifting up spirits and hasten sorrows to leave

Like sand as it trickles through narrow of the hourglass.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Artist or Madman

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This cacophony

Spills from my mind, haphazard

Like a raging flood

Drenching everything in sight

With water, mud and debris

~ A Tanka ~

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Bid Farewell

Blasphemous lies spewed

Like daggers thrust, filleting us

Cowardice revealed as your forte’

I knew you not as well as I thought

Your blackened heart splayed

Expelling hatred, thick and vile

Engulfing what once I treasured

Swallowing it whole

With nary a trace to be had

Why? Is the question

For I know not what baited this provocation

Friendship at length counts for naught

Preferring to wrench away

Every miniscule crumb of what bound us

With sorrow I begged explanation

But none was offered

Receiving only silence in response

With sadness I must bid adieu

Wishing you only the best

I harbor no ill will

Hoping one day for reconciliation

Until then my friend


~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~