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

[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.