POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

Boredom

I’d forgotten that feeling

Mind unspooling

Thoughts rolling in and out like the tide

The coil loosening

Hearing the radio

Seeing people around

How did I get hear?

When did this hum in my ears begin?

When did I stop blinking?

I was an animal once

Baking in the sun

Playing in dirt

Imagining and wishing

Now I just wait

Constantly

For the next drop

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