I started writing some poetry – using different forms, this afternoon, but alas my brain was not wanting to go along for the ride, so the feeble attempt sits in my drafts folder.
I think I am slowly going out of my mind here with boredom – I know the signs, in fact you all probably know my signs by now, from past experiences. I have been here before. When out of work, late last year, all was rosy in the first few weeks, though not physically going anywhere, it was like being on holiday. I only wish my mind would drift me onto a sandy beach with palm trees and a Mojito in hand, sadly it is not wanting too, nor are my finances.
It just held me captive staring at the computer for the longest time, knowing that I could be writing something of substance, to while away the hours of my boredom, but in the end I couldn’t even manage that.
I looked up at the ceiling and silently screamed, for it was a beautiful sunny afternoon and all I could muster was to mow the lawns (again). For the first time that I can remember I went and lay on the couch and I think I fell asleep for 20 minutes. That is not like me, I never have naps.
I woke, watched 3 episodes of Breaking Bad with Mr. S and have walked back into my study. Sorry for the doom and gloomy contents of this post – just in a weird mood right now…but tomorrow is another day.
when the concrete cracks underfoot
my body sinks as does my mind
it vanishes in to the crevice from
the last day till the now and I
lose that in-between, the time
that spun now drags like hauling
heavy bags of clay
get to the end, so I can begin
get to the end, so I can start
get to the end, to stop myself