We live under the flight canopy of Duxford, and often see their vintage planes above us. This time we were walking past the guided bus shelter, and noticed the row of commuter's while above them.......


Don't look up

High above, in the sky
A Spitfire cleaves the air
In parabolic ecstasy,
While here below
In the bus shelter
It is not seen,
Instead they stand
In rank looking down
At their screens.

What is so important,
What is so urgent,
That they exclude
This simple scene
Of what is around them,
What is here now and real.
They don’t look up
While high above
A Spitfire does its reels.

D G Moody 2025



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Written on 2025-04-27 at 15:53

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, this poem so effectively highlights a scene we see all the time. We take our mobiles out with us in the car "in case" - but that's it. No surfing, no calling, no gaming, no social media! (We dumped Facebook so long ago it is hard to say exactly how long, but say at least ten years ago! There's no appeal in SM for us , so even if we were into such things we wouldn't use 'x" for obvious reasons! I do think that SM can be like an addiction though, and addiction is an illness. Will they get well soon? Blessings, Allen
2025-04-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad state of affairs.
2025-04-28