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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