There is so much unsaid,
So much unheard,
So much unfelt,
So much hidden,
From the corners of our mind,
Waiting to be discovered,
Wanting to be learned,
Pining to be transfered,
From one mind to another.

Yet, in the midst of so much knowledge,
We still find ourselves bored.


The above is my acceptance poem for The Perfect Poet Award for Week 35. Thank you so much for the honor. Thank you to Jingle especially for hosting these things and giving out awards which really help encourage all of us bloggers!

I would like to nominate Blaga for next week’s award.

18 thoughts on “Boredom”

  1. congratulations on your award.,
    and may I say the poem is wonderful, in that it says it all, we humans have so much capability to create, to reason about every little thing yet we seem to become ‘bored’ so easily. How? I have no answer. Only questions…
    Wishing you a wonderful Christmas, and a fruitful New Year… xPenx

  2. A completely different shape of poem to what we are used to seeing and i like this very much.
    Sometimes more knowledge can lead to more boredom for sure.
    Congratulations on the award too

  3. mentally engaging poem…
    thanks for sharing.

    Have a lovely year , i hope we stay connected , poetically πŸ™‚

  4. Good God!! Did you just read my mind or something??!?! Well, this IS my current state of mind.. πŸ™‚
    You nailed it with this one, lady!

    That said, a very Happy New Year to you!!
    Yup, a reply to your mail is still pending… now that my lappie upgrade is done with, the reply will happen too! πŸ™‚

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