POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

Space

Boredom, the space where we really think








Before commiting our thoughts








To ink







The space taken by apps and phones







Turning us into thoughtless drones







Never bored, in the outdoors or in our homes








Existing only in our phones







Without the mental space for boredom







Sitting thoughtful by the sea







Awaiting serendipity







Without boredom, who is free?

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