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BOREDOM in retrospective shades

It mostly rained mid afternoon

Pressed against the window

Dark dreary

Feeling nothing

Listless sad damp saturdays

Curtained off from the day

And sunless

Full of football league results

And muttered conversations over steaming tea

Football saturdays full of rain and nothing

With winter pressing in like night

Midday and waiting

For the boredom to sink in!

The hot cat slinks in

Lazy in summer pose

Limbs stretched over half read papers

Leaving pawprints across the broad sheet in repose

Forgotten bodies lie abandoned on the lawn

Waiting for post mortem

All thoughts of tomorrow suspended

The ice cream thawing slowly the thermostat is blown

Who wants to know about the weather?

There in the graveyard for the idle

Birds have nested made their home

Boredom

Belongs to the masses

The dissatisfied 'writer'

Of romances

And pulp ficition

The lottery winner who has it all?

[and ponders nothing]

To the factory and office worker

The bodies moving between

Shifts of day and night

To the old and lonely

But never to the child?

The cat is curious

The dog indifferent

The mouse is sly

And boredom comes to us all

Don't ask me why?

So many catch the train

So many rush on buses

Complain in queues

Push for seats

disconnect the senses

To the ipod and the phone

Leave their thoughts

of love and life behind

But take their boredom home!

yvette m smith poet of uk

july 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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