Boredom

Dull reality, twisted fate

Lost fantasy, a dream yet to find

Shattered inspiration, seconds to late

'Tis a woe to be of my kind.

 

Always wanting a painted canvas

Never empty, blank, or blurred with time

Perfection is an artist's weakness,

But clarity is mine.

 

I hope for rolling hills and azure skies

Crystalline waters and mysterious trees

To look through his simple eyes

And see just how he sees.

 

Falling stars and silver moonlight;

This is what I see within me

Whispering wind and the sun so bright

Oh Heaven, hear my plea!

 

Enlighten me, show me the way

Guide me to that luminous creek

Of inspiration; which I lost that day...

When I didn't know for what I should seek.

Author's Note

I wrote this yesterday morning. I was bored, needless to say, but the result was an interesting poem! :-) Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This boredom you speak of has brought you beautiful words of inspiration... I envision falling stars and silver moonlight paving your creative mood to a blooming garden of soul searching thoughts, one that has graced you with its presence and I wish I had that kind of Boredom! Nice job!!! :)

[TawnyBlueStar]

really good :D
very interesting read

[Caitlyn Murray]

I love it. It is very intresting!

[Bridget Murphy]

ha ha, you told me about htis poem, I really like, this is defenately going into my favorites!!! Realy good!!!!

[paparapapa]

Sometimes boredom can bring out the best in us. Haha. I started writing because of boredom! =)) Anyway, this one's pretty interesting. The first line of the poem's really beautiful that it did the job of captivating me. Great write. ;)

[Me]

good write