Artwork: 'Boredom' acrylic on paper by Juliet Fay ©2021
Easily mistaken,
boredom
slips in,
disguised as
dissatisfaction
or frustration.
Boredom
rarely visits
busy minds,
guarded
with NO ENTRY
signs.
Alarmed by boredom,
Forces rally to chivy
and chide.
"Focus on
the task at hand"
"You're not the boss of me".
Yet boredom's
tentacles will
creep in
nonetheless
and suffuse
our experience.
Muting desire,
interest and
motivation.
The mind feels
heavy
and murky.
What if
we let boredom
have its way
with us,
relax into
its meanderings?
It wanders
languidly
unimpressed
with all that
once looked shiny -
a hint of haughtiness.
Childhood boredom
comes to mind,
when afternoons
stretched into
an eternity of
nothingness.
Oh how we yearned
for something,
anything,
to appear,
to shake us
from the torpor.
Ennui
scans and
rejects every
idea of what
has ever been
pleasing.
It finds
delight in
nothing.
Turns away
with a
'meh'.
Slowly
a smile breaks
at this vast,
lazy demand,
to be entertained
or amused.
And having
given it
free rein,
it gathers itself
and swirls out with
a half-hearted flounce.
Barely noticed,
for the mind is
already engaged
elsewhere.
Fascinated by
wide ~ open ~ space
© Juliet Fay 2021
I'd love to hear what you see around boredom.
I’m Juliet Fay, a poet & Three Principles Facilitator living on an estuary in West Wales, UK. I love to explore and appreciate the wonder and power of the human spirit. Going deeper, beyond what we know. To do that I engagee in heartfelt conversations pointing back home; mentors pioneers, creatives, community leaders, helpers and healers; host regular gatherings around books or topics close to my heart (by invitation only) and create soulful poetry, podcasts, illustration, artwork & prose to awaken the heart. I welcomes curious new subscribers to my email list ~ subscribe.
