BOREDOM

Boredom! Go read yourself a poem.
Why, write you a rhyme, you tell me.
Something about monotony-
Talk about tedium, encourage ennui,
Refine the dullness you struggle to denounce.
Boredom! Go catch yourself a buzzy bee.
When sitting down is such a crime,
The electric chair of languor it must seem.
Your hunched back nests much- a-flittering thoughts
Quiescent, they appear to be.
Boredom! Go get a manicure.
Your nails are all bitten down.
Even Victorian ladies sit on their hands
As they watch the motions of the clock.
Till tea time drags them by their locks.
Boredom! Go watch a person sleep in concert.
Nothing like being a voyeur works-
Memorize the features of normality,
Till you recognize what insanity
Fits the restless mind of a dormant body.
Boredom! “Let me entertain you”
The artistes chime in unison-
“There’s no such feeling, no such word”
Only if you
“Let me entertain you”.

Till your resilience snaps.

And you resolve:
“There’s no such feeling, no such word”
Because the restless mind in the dormant body
Still fights for purpose, task and focus
For more than the sound of slight normality.

Louise Tay