POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
The Beauty Of Boredom
Nobody sees the beauty of being bored
The stillness of having nothing to do
It’s a simple sign to the soul
To take a breath
To count the specks of paint on the ceiling
People say watching paint dry is a bore
Watching the individual drips fall down and harden
Their lifespan so short
Similar to our own
Reminding us to slow down
Watching the clouds is an art nobody will mention
Seeing the shapes swish and swirl around the sky
The time slowly ticking past
Showing the beauty of slow change
But only if you’re bored enough to notice it
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