Boredom — it could be verse

The days have separated into building blocks.

No–I don’t mean day to day, but within days.

First  is a block of sleeping late, then CNN.  And

there’s my blog block  and checking e-mails.

My leg hurts for awhile and maybe I try to write

a poem–that won’t rhyme.  At 5 pm in my night

gown, yawning,  yearning for graduate school

and the halcyon days of mutual excitement

over new ideas and possibilities and the burst

of mental balloons showering us like soap bubbles.

When my mind is last to go I can’t hardly make

it there.

 

 

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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2 Responses to Boredom — it could be verse

  1. colorfulpen says:

    I like the title; clever play on words. Also, especially like the excitement over new ideas/possibilities, and the imagery of ‘burst of mental balloons showering us like soap bubbles’.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nan Mykel says:

    Thanks. I was so fortunate to go to Georgia State University, in psychology.

    Like

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