Oh sweet indolence,
Mistress of the sterile mind,
Take me.
Seize me as I grapple with
Frustration.
Seduce me with temptation
Of prolonged procrastination.
Oh sweet indolence,
Enchantress of the withering psyche,
Lure me
With the ease of sloth.
Anoint me
With the balms of lethargy
And nonchalance.
Oh sweet indolence,
Temptress of stilted thought,
Make me yours.
I will dedicate to you my waking hours.
Then forsaking all ambition
And recanting all the arts
I will succumb to boredom.
Comments
Doeslittle | June 1, 2008 - 18:52
I like the way this leads to boredom. It's hard to say that without it sounding as though I'm saying the poem bored me - which it didn't! Very nicely done. I like the way it ends as boredom being something that we succumb to.
sunshine | June 3, 2008 - 20:08
Thanks - wasn't (am still not) quite so sure about the succumbing....and mmmmm maybe if it tailed of and became boring or showed boredom?
Dynamaso | June 4, 2008 - 02:41
This is exactly how I feel some days while I'm on my way to the gym. I just want to give over to being lazy and indolent and bored but... I don't.
anipani | June 4, 2008 - 13:44
don't knock it, it's the way to the stars. Most of our daily life is all distraction, once boredom is welcome , bye bye frustration! liked the poem muchly.
jennifer | June 4, 2008 - 20:56
I think boredom is important because once one has had too much, it spurs one on to take up the reins again! We must appreciate boredom!
sunshine | June 5, 2008 - 12:46
thanks everyone - some interesting perspectives on boredom.