Poetry

An Isolated World

Posted on 5 December 2011

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

A crowd of people
Lunching together
Never a word did say
Yet they passed
One another
Every working day

A crowd of people
Walking busy streets
No eye contact made
Listening to music
Talking on phones
Of surroundings, unaware

A crowd of people
On the 7 a.m. train
Reading the news of the day
No sound uttered
No smiles exchanged
Regulars remaining unacknowledged

A world of 7 billion
And growing ever more
Taking up all the space
Yet the paradox
Is despite the crowd
We are all the more isolated

***This has been written for Magpie Tales 94***

Until next time,
Cheers!!!

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  • The Girl Next Door
    5 December 2011 at 9:32 am

    I feel this every day. It is so sad, yet so true.
    Beautifully written. Loved your take on the prompt.

  • Priyanka Victor
    5 December 2011 at 1:28 pm

    Strangely reminded me of Leisure Davies. 

    We live too busy lives to care, to stop, to take a breath and understand ourselves and the world around, too busy for a kind word, a sweet gesture. Where are we headed?

  • Ava
    5 December 2011 at 3:39 pm

    Is a fact.

  • brian miller
    5 December 2011 at 8:50 pm

    true…it is a sad existence…this crowded loneliness….on another note i love to ride the train and watch people…

  • David King
    7 December 2011 at 9:37 am

    Spot on. Good point well made, the verse  well crafted.

  • Psych Babbler
    8 December 2011 at 10:46 am

    Welcome here The Girl Next Door! I feel that too…there are so many people…yet, we hardly connect face to face any more!

  • Psych Babbler
    8 December 2011 at 10:57 am

    Leisure Davies? Going to have to google that one PeeVee. Where are we headed…sadly, I think we are headed to a world like in Wall-E…all in our own little bubbles…

  • Psych Babbler
    8 December 2011 at 10:57 am

    Sad but true, eh Ava?

  • Psych Babbler
    8 December 2011 at 10:57 am

    Welcome here Brian! Oh I love people-watching too when I am on trains or buses…it’s great fun! 🙂

  • Psych Babbler
    8 December 2011 at 10:58 am

    Thanks David for the lovely comment…it’s a sad state of affairs!

  • Priyanka Victor
    9 December 2011 at 3:38 am

    Erm, sorry. That was supposed to be Leisure by William Henry Davies. It’s been one of my favorite poems for a long time now.

  • Psych Babbler
    11 December 2011 at 7:14 am

    Ah ok…I know that poem! I remember learning it for a recitation competition when I was 6…really liked it! 🙂

  • Scribbyscribs
    27 December 2011 at 5:56 am

    have you ever considered getting all your poems printed in a book ? I’m serious!

  • Psych Babbler
    27 December 2011 at 8:50 pm

    Haha…thanks Scribby! I’m honoured some of you think so highly of them! 🙂 But no, haven’t thought of it. Ever.