Clouds

Cumulus People

Their heads in the clouds.

I watch them,

witness them

on streets,

benches,

trains.

They seem to float,

their eyes compelled

to stare into

cell phone screens,

soaking up dopamine

like hummingbirds

hovering above nectar.

Their moods contemplative,

wandering

from here to there.

Wandering down streets

in meditative excursions,

meandering

above the ground.

They roam like clouds,

seemingly unaware

of buildings,

of traffic.

Until they’ve slipped by

out of sight,

replaced

by other clouds.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"I've looked at clouds from both sides now" Joni Mitchell I enjoyed your perspective on the curtains of heaven.

[Relic]

Thank you for the comment, Fabian.

[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. :)