Robert Ludden Poet Free verse

On Boredom

It is not much to be envied.
this business of ignoring now.
What misplaced concept of nobility
could mortify a self
and thus attain largesse, of sacrifice?
--all time assigned
to glean leftover thought
is wasted as a lost forever.

Here is the Olympic yielded moment!
--and golden posted rainbows fade before it.
Alas, the moment makes for choices, while
a wish may have its non-reality,
a pitiable portion of a soul
behind a darkened mirror 
scraping bits of self that dried
in winds from yesterday.

And so to build a fortress for a dream
boldly gazing forth in periscopic purpose
now secure,
for pondering is safely tucked away outside
among the sleeping lions,
and inspiration far beyond the pale.
No...no need for dreaming,
only stroking...
Even restlessness is tired.
So very...tired.
         ~

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