All the clueless people, wandering through the noise,
scrolling past the silence, missing every choice.
No hands reach through the static, no eyes lift from the glow,
an olive branch extended, but no one seems to know.
All the clueless people, living through their screens,
talking loud in empty rooms, forgetting what it means.
No space for quiet wisdom, no pause to feel the weight,
just echo chambers spinning, while the world just waits.
You may say that we're connected, but no one's really near.
A thousand voices shouting, and still, they do not hear.
All the clueless people, numb to whispered calls,
standing in a crowd alone, as meaning fades and falls.
WE're all of us so clueless, after all.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My what a state we all of us as a collective sometimes find ourselves in.
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Cheeky Missy, Damaso, erendis
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And there is goes... 4 without, now that's quite stunning.
Hmm. I thought this superb, what aught to be framed and displayed in the halls and buildings of our cities. I love it.
That may be a bit much and may expose it to a sound defacing, but a ticklish thought nonetheless. Thanks so much🕊️🙏🏻
You're very welcome.
Thanks for the Fave @Sorenbarrett
I think some are born clueless, some achieve cluelessness and some have cluelessness thrust upon them. I walk through the shopping mall and people just have not got a clue.An important well written poem. Well constructed.Excellent piece
Oh man, not just the mall but out on the roads as well! But I won’t get started on that… thanks heaps amigo 🕊️🙏🏻
At first I took this for a critique on technology that has separated us but then it seemed far deeper that technology is merely the tool and that we have been separated all along technology has just made it easier as a wedge to split the log. We say we love, care and want peace but since when has that ever been the case? Has there ever been peace, has there ever been a time without domestic abuse, a time without theft, murder, genocide? it is just more easily accessible and visible now. A call to action but maybe you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. A fave
Yes! A symptom to an underlying condition exacerbating a destructive set of elements well in play. Silk purses for all! 🙏🏻🕊️
A fine critique of human nature, arqios.
Thanks Jerry, glad that got across in whole🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks for the Fave @Cheeky Missy
This should be the mantra of the world as it is poignant, and it all endorsed, aided and abetted by our use and reliance on technology, enjoyed the read
Mantra can be quite interesting, thanks PL/TN🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
Thanks for the Fave @Damaso
Those who follow the many become clueless but those who think outside the box and are right are never heard arqios.
Andy
Then there is hope for poetry which hears and offers another retelling, another opportunity to hear. Thanks Andy🕊️🙏🏻
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