On Boredom

It is not much to be envied.
this business of ignoring now.
What misplaced concept of nobility
could mortify a self
and thus attain largesse, of sacrifice?
--all time assigned
to glean leftover thought
is wasted as a lost forever.

 

Here is the Olympic yielded moment!
--and golden posted rainbows fade before it.
Alas, the moment makes for choices, while
a wish may have its non-reality,
a pitiable portion of a soul
behind a darkened mirror
scraping bits of self that dried
in winds from yesterday.

 

And so to build a fortress for a dream
boldly gazing forth in periscopic purpose
now secure,
for pondering is safely tucked away outside
among the sleeping lions,
and inspiration far beyond the pale.
No...no need for dreaming,
only stroking...
Even restlessness is tired.
So very...tired.
         ~

 

Reviews

[Angi]

I am so guilty as I read this! Dean, the Olympic yielded moment dangles and dangles, just out of reach. I am reminded to live in this moment. Take this moment! Restlessness is so damn tired. It is strange, I feel like you have crawled inside of me to write this piece. So strange. Angi~

[Dean]

No guilt intended. We all get restless for truth.
Inside you, eh? Hm...dark in here...but very nice!

[Tom]

While it's a positive emotion and revitalizing to revoke past memories of achievements, acquaintances and accolades gone by, I agree with the general hypothosis that this poem suggests, time is precious and tomorrow is promised to no man ( or woman ) ! So don't sit around too long dwelling about it!

An evocative and stirring read good sir, enjoyable !

[Dean]

Thanks, Tom

[Joyce S. Greene]

Very profound poetry. Yes, to live for the future, to build your life around what may or may not happen many years from now, is a terrible waste. The moment is now, spend it or lose it, and how many moments can any of us afford to lose? I now write tanka, a Japanese form poetry, that celebrates the moment. It is a form that invites you to always live for now and not for tomorrow - which may never come. Thanks for this poem, it is a great one.

[Dean]

Thanks, much. I'm now off to have a look at yours.

[Marie]

Ed May be right. But where is Milton in this?

[Ed Hart]

Milton is not here, I was thinking of the long reach spoken with classic depth

[Ed Hart]

this one reached all the way to Milton