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Staring into space
Staring over the sea
A lone figure, that is me.
I want silence,
or quiet waves lapping
A gentle breeze.
Not lonely, just bored.
Every Sunday was boring
In my youth
Shops shut
Nothing to see or do!
Now I feel the same
No-one is to blame!
But I’m bored,
So bored…
Bored
Sitting waiting for my hubby while he was at an appointment. All the angles and layers made it an interesting view to draw. I got bored with looking at my phone and listening to ‘easy listening’ radio. I added colour when I got home. I also tried to draw a garden chair that was in the courtyard and looked a bit chunky.
Fed up with being ill. Not Covid, but a cold/ chest infection. But I’m getting bored. I feel trapped but that might be a good thing. Perhaps I’m getting better?
Sundays used to be boring when I was a child. Nowhere was open, shops shut, nothing really to visit. If you ran out of milk you could not buy any. Memory of a different world. Time changes things. Then I was waiting for fruit salad with evaporated milk with bread and butter for tea. Watching my mom and dad doing the washing in a boiler in the kitchen that had a mangle on the top and an old spin dryer to get most of the water out. While they did that we played in the garden. Unless the weather was bad. Then I would read a book, or draw. Maybe it wasn’t all that boring?
When your hubby
brings a cabbage home
Do you draw
a face on it?
Do you knit a scarf
For your leafy friend?
Hold a leafy party?
Do you dress it
In dolls clothes
Put tiny ballet shoes
on it’s roots?
Blusher on its cheeks?
What do you do
When you’re bored?
Watching leaves grow
Or paint dry,
Endless ads
For funeral plans?
Monetise the virus
They think.
Are you bored yet?
We are not there
Yet.
We are stuck
Yet
We are tired
Yet…
Nature knows
Nature returns
Nature renews.
That’s the news.
The world is full of bored people. One of the things to do that was posted on Facebook is to close your eyes and choose a book at random. Find page 109 go to the third paragraph and post the first sentence you come to. Also include the author and book title.
Mine was : The radar maps show features of all kinds. (Patrick Moore’s Astronomy), ( teach yourself book)
isbn 978-1-444-10313-7
It’s random, but something to do…..
Sitting at the exhibition yesterday I was starting to get bored. There was some clay available and as I didn’t feel like actually throwing a pot I decided to do a pinch pot instead.
What is a pinch pot? You just hollow out a small lump of clay then pinch it so it gets thinner and thinner walls. I didn’t use any water, so as I stretched and pinched the pot it started to split and crack. I used a broken pencil to make tiny indentations all over the surface, making larger dents around the rim.
It turned into an irregular, ugly little pot. But I might get it fired and glaze it with oxides. I might do more to go with it.
Mallaband-Brown