In life as in death there is anonymity.
Do we really know anyone?
Do we really know their inner thoughts,
Their hopes and fears,
The crazy chaos of irrational notions
That swirl tornadic within?
We live amongst close strangers.
We call them friends, relatives, lovers.
We dine with them,
We commune with them,
We sleep with them,
We make love to them,
But we never really know them.
In life as in death there is anonymity
Just like a Potter’s field.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
[ Smiles ] Beautiful and intriguing!
Thank you Renard
[ Smiles ] You are welcome, my friend!
This is a great description of life without any anchor to hold on to. We are all as waves tossed to and fro at the mercy of the wind. We also have a choice. How to think what to say and how to live. There is a handbook on how to live. If we choose to make our own rules we have no business complaining about the outcome.
You are right, if we live our lives by our own rules (or playbook) then we have no right to complain about the outcome. Well said my friend.
Thank yoi sir!
My pleasure and thank you my friend.
Most of us don’t even know ourselves.
You are absolutely correct Gilly, thank you.
We arrive alone and leave alone. In between people have seen one or a few of the petals of a daisy. Only the daisy knows the whole story. Beautiful poem Dominic!!
Thank you so much Oliana, I appreciate you reading my poetry.
Beautiful and true. Some of us spend our entire lives with people who are no more than strangers in the real sense. Lovely words 🙂
Thank very much for the kind comment, it is greatly appreciated. 🙂