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What Is This Thing Mystical

What is this thing mystical?

One so oft used to determine one’s worth,

To discriminate,

To determine wisdom,

To justify foolishness,

Wasted on the young,

Marking the beginning,

Anticipating the end,

Setting milestones,

Telling us when to leave,

Removing individuality,

Segregating the masses,

Coming too slowly,

Wished to slow down,

Terrible early on,

Then sweet,

Forty old of youth,

Fifty young of old,

Then the precious metal of gold.

Why the stigma?

Why the worry?

This mystic–age,

It’s no different than its predecessor,

No different than its successor,

It’s just a number,

Like any other.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Friday’s Threesome 9 May

Quote: Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age – Victor Hugo

 

Gazing Up At The Stars

Gazing up at the stars too numerous to count,

I wonder…am I alone in this universe,

But how could I be alone in this great vastness?

How many planets are out there,

Invisible to the naked eye,

Invisible to the most powerful of human invention?

What wondrous life must surely exist

Somewhere under these uncharted atmospheres,

Somewhere beyond our mortal senses.

Only our own arrogance could blind us to the possibility,

That we are not solitary creatures.

For now, dreams of faraway places will have to suffice,

Living in my vivid imagination

Until proof can be delivered by the skeptics.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~

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Prompt Courtesy Of: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Tuesday Conundrum 15 April

Prompt Word: Atmospheres

The Chase Is On

watching-the-game-by-carruscaux

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

Looking Through Boxes

Looking through boxes,

Rummaging through bags,

Scouring cupboards,

Searching for my treasure of youth.

No, it holds no great monetary worth,

Really its nothing but a novelty.

Red and White soup can labels exchanged for it,

Cherub-faced little boy stamped at the bottom.

That was me back then,

Before time changed things.

Like me, its glaze has weathered,

Whiteness has turned yellow with age.

Its smooth skin is showing cracks,

The pristine edge flawed and jagged

Still it serves its purpose as designed.

My Campbell’s Soup bowl–chipped,

Would be trash to many,

But to me it is a priceless treasure.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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 PROMPT: A chipped bowl

Tuesdays Conundrum 11 March by Jez Farmer at The Boi Poet blog