Looking Across the Field

Looking across the field

Sun blinding me

I’m in a trance,

Mesmerized by the grassy wave.

How did I get to this place

Where so much promise lies before me,

Yet believing the best is already behind?

With each step I trample the tender shoots,

Very much like my dreams…

At one time flowing freely

Bending with the wind,

Now ground back into the earth

From which they were born.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Brokenness (Acrostic)

Blame, cursed blame eats at the soul

Recusing the heart from feeling…loving

Oblivions incessant darkness shadows every breath

Knocking on every door selling its wretched wares

Even goodness recognized is stymied by the gauntlet

Nothing is permitted passage for fear of pain

No one is let beyond the citadel’s ramparts

Entry can not be bought as the heart’s gate is closed

Strangled by pity and destined for loneliness

Sadness ravages because we cannot let go

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Is It Hope Or Foolishness

Is it hope or foolishness,

Games of chance,

One more turn of the card,

The next pull of the one armed bandit

Hit me,

Come on–triple sevens,

Changing life forever.

More often than not

The wallet ends lighter,

The heart weeps louder,

The mind is more full of regret,

Maybe next time…

Jackpot!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Beauty Fades

Beauty fades;

Stripped of color

Under unrelenting sun.

Once vibrant petals

Brown and crumble,

Scattering dust and seed

To the four winds.

A life run its course

Gives birth to the next generation

Through its death in the dawn of spring.

Never regretting,

Never questioning its fate

It gives itself unapologetically

For the propagation of their future.

As with all living things

We are here for a brief time

To live,

To spawn,

To die,

Returning to the earth

From which we came.

A cycle that has repeated itself

For eternity.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Never Really Knew Her

My breath floated silently toward Heaven.

I watched as it disappeared

Blending seamlessly with the cloud filled sky.

With upturned collar

I stood with loved ones feeling completely alone;

Such a strange feeling this is.

I had known her for almost fifty years,

But suddenly came to realize…

I scarcely knew her at all.

Self-absorbed with my life, my own family,

Thinking she would always be there

I never thought to ask who she was,

What her life was like,

Even where she born;

It just never occurred to me to ask

And never came up in conversation.

My picture of her had always been the same,

White hair, as white as newly fallen snow,

Her cheek, soft and smooth to the kiss,

Kind and joyful, yet quiet as a mouse;

Always taking a backseat to the love of her life.

Sadly, her time has now passed

Taking with it the story that was her.

I am left to gather up snippets,

Like those tossed on the cutting room floor

Selectively shared second hand.

My chance has passed to hear her story

In the truth that can only come from living it.

No fault can be placed, but on me

So on me alone the fault must lie.

By divine retribution, I stand here,

In the icy chill of winter to bid farewell

To one I loved dearly,

More dearly than she would ever know

And with profound sadness I’ve come to realize

…That I never really knew her at all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Blink of an Eye

The blink of an eye

Ones life in the scheme of things

Its here and then gone

Wasted due to our own fears

Until we end in regret

This should never be

We were all born to create

Everything we dream

The only shame–not living

Just because we are afraid

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~