Thursday, June 26, 2008

Attack of The Intense Man-Eating Boredom

I am currently bored out of my mind, its kinda scary and somehow, I found this poem by Charles Simic that managed to delve into my psyche. Enjoy.

To Boredom
by Charles Simic

I’m the child of your rainy Sundays.
I watched time crawl
Over the ceiling
Like a wounded fly.

A day would last forever,
Making pellets of bread,
Waiting for a branch
On a bare tree to move.

The silence would deepen,
The sky would darken,
As Grandmother knitted
With a ball of black yarn.

I know Heaven’s like that.
In eternity’s classrooms,
The angels sit like bored children
With their heads bowed.