It Occurred to Me (Sonnet)

It occurred to me–a mystery of sorts,

How inward and outward my image became.

I think through others witty retorts,

They’ve morphed the person they know by name.

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Is this not how we all evolved,

Our identities molded by family and friends?

Who we were born is not who we’ve resolved;

Veering off our path for one that bends.

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Rules of life, though they often change

Undeniably forming our moral core

Relations with others and loves they arrange

Knowing right from wrong they ensure

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Perhaps it would have been easier to leave me to fate

Than to manufacture a me into this limbotic state.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Look Into The Past – A Tanka

Look into the past

To see what your future holds

Living in pictures

You are one of your parents

This is inevitable

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

*Authors Note: I wrote this one not to necessarily imply that one’s personality is the same as one of your parents, but that your physical appearance, hand motions and/or speech patterns are likely to resemble those of at least one of your parents.  My wife told me the other day how much I stand, sit, motion with my hands (I’m Italian so that is inevitable) and how some of my physical traits are exactly like those of my father.  Sometimes I can even see it myself.  As I get older, these traits seem to become more exaggerated   Since I only see my parents about once per year, I guess it must be in our DNA.  It is likely that if you think about this you can see some of these things in yourselves.  Its just something that I found both humorous and fascinating.