Clouds

cumulus people

   their heads in the clouds

 people

          walking by

floating by

they stare ahead

stare at 

            cell phones

talking to invisible people

their moods - spring

or stormy

wandering

        from here to there

seemingly unaware

wondering

in meditative excursions

meandering above the

 ground

until they're gone

                       replaced

by other clouds

Reviews

[Neville]

what is it about clouds anyway, other than their obvious beauty eh' .. most of the time they are ether here or the air .. what a delightful 21st century musing you have both poemed and postulated .. nice one Relic :)

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Neville. :)

[mou]

Old days had a magic. I like the sentiment of this beautiful poem!
- mou

[Relic]

Thank you, Mou. :)

[John the Baptist]

I wonder if computer geeks have their heads in i-clouds.

[Relic]

hahahahah, that's always a possibility, John. Thanks.

[Poetic Beauty]

In the clouds is a very creative way to express people getting sucked in by their phones. Their heads in the cloud of technology.

My mind is often in the cloud but not with my phone but rather thoughts ideas and fiery memories or daydreams.

[Relic]

I can relate to that well, PB. Thanks for the comment. :)

[Poetic Beauty]

I guess we must be sucks of a feather that flock together lol

[Relic]

:)))))))))

[emmajoygreen]

How true is that! Wonder what people used to do when they were free of cell phones and politics and media intervention on and into their lives! That shattering the all around them: colours, creatures, plants, scents and selves but... nothing else matters. Those clouds create poetry of their own, altering what they see and replacing gently - at times, or, at other times, crashing the sky apart.

Many thanks for writing this poem. I love clouds. In my next life, ' going to be one!

[Relic]

Thank you so much for your comment, emma. :)

[Papaya]

People compared to clouds, like lifeless replaceable drones.
We forget sometimes that those faceless people in the crowd, or online, are people who feel things too. Thought provoking write

[Relic]

I'm always grateful for your thoughts, Ana. Thanks.

[Papaya]

You're welcome, was my pleasure.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. There are a lot of clouds out there. Great metaphor.

[Relic]

Thank you, Thomas. Much appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

someday they will become more like cirrus clouds...all broken up and spreading like signals on their cell phones.
really cool poem, Tim.
Timely for the current state of communication and interaction.
pushing keys.
j.

[Relic]

Always a pleasure to see you on my page, J. Thanks.

[Lorry]

I always thought that there'd be mayhem with people staring at their smart phones as they crossed roads oblivious to everything but likes, but the real danger is when you're in a shopping mall and don't dodge through all the sightless that think manners matter less than likes.
If you dare brush against them they will huff and puff, tut snd moan, like it was your fault and they are far too busy to be looking out for danger.
Yet the mayhem seems to continue which leaves me saying what I've been saying for years...the gene pool needs way more chlorine! 😀

[Relic]

lol good one, Lorry. Thanks so much. :)

[emipoemi]

Man, am I glad to read this! Such a breath of fresh air after the atrocities I've been seeing the past half-decade masquerading as poetry. But this!? No mask here. These stanzas are clouds, these line breaks the breathy crevices between the atmospheric puffs that float on by. The message cliché but rendered personal and boldly profound and one of the better presentations (and representations) of this societal descent into oblivion. We're all shadows, glimpses on the brink of a blink that dissipate at second glance. Then replaced. Well done!

[Relic]

Great comment! Thank you, emipoemi.

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.