POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

Ponder

People who ponder.

A beautiful prowess lost yonder.


Empty time blossoms slowly.

The virgin void leaves most lonely.


Dance with the void and you may see the very thing you wish to be.


Venture towards the unknown.


One eye blind whilst the other clear.

The daunting truth may be near.


Sit in silence and see what is shown.


Answers to questions unknown.

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