Thursday, November 27, 2008

Bored by Beauty on a Spectacular Thanksgiving Day

Boredom coexists with gratitude,
strolling through endless landscape of brilliant
flowers, crashing ocean waves and lush tropical forest,
just as watching a stream of exquisitely dressed models
cross the stage in a fashion show (not that I know, I might add)
can be a feast for the eyes and tedious at once.
On a walk this morning, I notice that each house,
grandiose or capped with a rusty corrugated tin roof,
sports an electric meter attached to a spindly post.
One is housed in a newly painted blue box,
another hides under a crumpled piece of cardboard
Yet another dangles outside the box on a string
of cables, weathered by rain and sun.
Some are red, others of wood,
just like the arrays of flowers
and jungle vegetation
if one looks closely
on a Thanksgiving
early morning
walk.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Really nice details in this poem. Interesting to notice the electric boxes and bring them to my/our attention. I wrote poetry too and appreciate your deft phrases.

I'm puzzled by why you chose to say, "Bored" by beauty etc. Why bored? You seem more interested than bored. I care because I am writing a book and a blog on boredom. Check it out and leave me a comment or contact me at...

ThePowerOfBoredom.com

Thanks.
Letitia

Genevieve said...

Letitia, very interesting topic, that of boredom. Will follow up when I am back home. Jenny

Genevieve said...

I am looking back at old old poems and I see your comment. Are you still writing?