With childlike statement he
exclaimed
"I'm bored"
what pearls of wisdom
could I lend
to offset the stillness
and quiet that clings
heavy upon the air
silence is what we often
seek yet when imposed
a punishment feels embraced
a voice from a distant room
speaks to herself for company
it is boring, what can I say
a library has more activity
with giggles and ssh-es and
muffled dreams suppressed
between the pages of the books
Little does this trainee know
the peaceful silence is a gift
from speedtrack activities that
wait unannounced turning this
golden moment into frantic pace
written by Pauline June, 2007
7 comments:
I'm not bored. I am packig, selling, tosing all that I own. I wish for a moment of boredom! (I'd nap.)
Oh to be new again and bored, with age they will learn that a bit of peace and quiet is a gift from Heaven.
Wonderful poem Pauline, thankyou for sharing.
A wonderful day is wished for you.
quilldancer, you are definitely not bored! Talk about a change in direction. I'm thinking of you and wishing you the most restful flight. :)
Bill, isn't it the truth... :)
ahhhh definitely time for a chore... lol...
:) Enjoy the beauty of the moment!
Everything is always a matter of perception.
that was quite soemthing.. like following an intriguing winding road.
Wow. You expressed something I knew - but didn't know I knew. That I hadn't thought about. And you did it so well!
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