Our Past Watches

Our past watches modernity from the grave.

Sprawling fields of monument and headstone

Honor these souls that ventured on before us.

What must they think of this world as they look on,

Our never ending roadways,

Towering buildings of glass and steel,

Automobiles supplanting horse and carriage,

Our lack of respect for water, air and life,

Politics more polarizing than any in history,

Unquenchable greed marring its noble past?

Perhaps they are relieved to be in a better place,

Sleeping peacefully under a blanket of white,

Winter’s cold and man’s ignorance

No longer gnawing at their weary bones.

As we pass by should we not think of them,

Consider how far we have traveled,

How far behind we have fallen,

What we have lost,

What we have surrendered in frustration.

If we are to regain our souls,

Our greatness and our compassion,

Reversing this slide into oblivion,

These fields likely hold the key

Under their peaceful blanket of white.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Am Not A Wise Man

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I am not a wise man,

Questions–I have so many,

A seeker am I.

No–this is not a complaint.

My path is profoundly worn,

Worn by ancestors

All belonging to my tribe,

My brother humans.

Neither the first nor the last;

Others will travel this road

Leaving blood and sweat

As markers of their journey…

Of this I am sure.

I take solace in this fact

That I’ve not ventured alone.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Modern Magellan

Modern Magellan,

O’ how I wish to explore

Beyond my country.

Sheltered by America,

I long to breach its borders.

There is so much more,

More than our brief history,

Our moment in time.

The lands of our ancestors

There–just a voyage away

…Maybe someday.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Chase Is On

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Watching the Game by Carruscaux

The chase is on!

With spring comes fresh meat after the long cold winter.

Antelope, deer plentiful on the plains–sustain us;

Feeding our women and children,

Keeping us strong as we hunt and gather.

This is our way,

This is how it has always been.

We hunt, taking only what we need

Leaving thriving herds for those that may follow.

Traveling north to escape the heat of approaching summer

We thank the gods for our bounty,

Praise our ancestors for imparting their knowledge,

Blessing the earth for her plenty.

Sending the souls of our prey onward

To the great hunting ground in the sky.

This we record for future generations,

That they may respect the land

Entrusted to them by their fathers

…And their fathers before them.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompted by Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 14 April

Dust And Cobwebs

Dust and cobwebs

Years passed

Forgotten to time

Unassuming vessel

Buried

Garments out of style

Mementos and trinkets

Sharing the tomb

Still life memories

Black, white,

Faded color

Youthful exuberance

Ancestors

Relegated to history

Resurrected

Celluloid

Smiles and hugs

Lasting impressions

Sense of pride

Who we are

Who we were

Who we will be

Simple attic

Dirty and dark

Meaningless to others

Family heirlooms

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~