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Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Boredom
Time knows
How to bore an empty me to death
When I don’t feel like doing anything
Not even fill time with words
Then
Words don’t come to me easily
I look askew
I don’t like
The framed grey sky’s look
Where has its smile gone to?
The sun is hidden
So will be the stars
So will be my Muse
I want a forget-me-not sky
To pour all my lost similes,
Lost smile
But I told you already
Words don’t come to me easily
These times
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Oy, the weather can def have an effect on our mood and our desire to do much of anything. After so many grey days you almost have to pull yourself up by your boot straps to get moving. Sometimes you just have to write your way out of those places.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry the words are there waiting for you to pluck them and eat them up. They will tempt you soon.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is filled with such depth and emotion.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
But maybe they do...this poem seems rich and full to me - a clever use of language and thought...and it is always better when the sky smiles
ReplyDeletemaybe words are on vacation, take time to relax too just like the words. next time you know that you can't stop accommodating words
ReplyDeleteSounds more like grumpiness than boredom, but hey, I am not an authority ... Sometimes we want to lose ourselves in activity--even writing, when our heart wants rest and an end to sadness. Perhaps grey skies and sadness ARE boring. Hmm. I'm beginning to get it. Wow!
ReplyDeleteHello darkness my old friend...your poem reminds me of this song.
ReplyDeleteAh yes. That's when it sneaks in. Where the void is. Happy you dropped by to read mine
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Words don’t come to me easily
ReplyDeleteThese times
But it will eventually. It takes a holiday at the wrong time. Great lines Sumana and thanks for the prompt!
Hank
I love "I want a forget-me-not sky"........and "words dont come to me easily these times." Beautiful, Sumana!
ReplyDeleteWords come and go with me ~ When I get bored, I watch and read stories ~ But writing is never boring though as I am always catching up on poems ~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thought.
ReplyDeleteIt is really hard when one is bored. The sun is hidden and so is everything else. If one feels bored, it is hard to do anything at all except think about how bored one is. And in the time of most boredom, it is definitely hard to do anything at all with words.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, a bit of a vicious cycle there! Yet I see the words did come, however difficult. (Smile.)
ReplyDeleteWhen we’re bored, our mind’s typical reaction is to let itself wander off into loose threads hanging around ..ohh. ..how.i love the imagery of the 'forget me not'sky, Sumana. Beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteA wandering mind is much easier to have when bored.
ReplyDeleteHmmm your poem delves (nicely) into the cause of why our pens are dry. I was just talking to a fellow writer and I realized when I get too busy I have wipe the slate clean (including my writing)
ReplyDeleteAs I thought when reading someone else's poem, Sumana, boredom can be a reflection of other deeper issues: Depression, writer's block, stress, psychological impasses... Doing nothing, remaining inert and "bored" is often an easy solution - rather than dealing with the other issues...
ReplyDeleteI liked the poem!