Poets United Mid week Motif ~ Boredom

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Midweek Motif ~ Boredom

"Sir, you have two topics, yourself and me. I am sick of both."-- Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

"But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart"-- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary"

"Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored"-- Lord Byron, Don Juan

"Boredom: the desire for the desires-- Leo Tolstoy"


Imagine sitting with a long face before the dreaded blank page and looking all around to lift the uninspired soul in vain. 

There is no one to give a push to kick start a writing session while all the poetry sites are urging to link up a poem of your own choice.

All on a sudden life seems to stand still turning everything utterly uninteresting. For wordsmiths this is a most unwelcome state.

What is the way out to make this phase sound exciting? 

I have chosen two poems of Charles Bukowski for today's topic Boredom.

These Things

by Charles Bukowski

these things that we support most well
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;
our circle and our candle of light
being small,
so small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with Idea
and lose the Center:
all wax without the wick,
and we see names that once meant
wisdom,
like signs into ghost towns,
and only the graves are real.

The American Writer

by Charles Bukowski

gone abroad
I sit under the tv lights
and am interviewed again
i am asked questions
I give answers
I make no attempt to be
brilliant.
to be truthful
I feel bored
and I almost never feel
bored.
"do you?..." they ask.
"oh, yeah, well I..."
"and what do you think of..."
"I don't think of it much. I
don't think too much..."
somehow it ends.

that evening somebody tells me
I'm on the news
we turn the set on.
there I am. I look pissed.
I wave people off.
I am bored.

how marvelous to be me without
trying.
it looks on tv
as if I knew exactly what I
was doing.

fooled them
again.

Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community.

(Next week Rosemary Nissen Wade will be prompting with the topic "Let your song be delicate.")