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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