Metaphorically Speaking Entry

A STATE OF BOREDOM

by

Gregory Forster, Jr

Do you recall that old 10speed you haven't written in awhile
That you decide to pull out just for kicks
And discover the gears, the chain, the wheel just don't feel like cooperating?
That is just like the state of mind I am in right now.
I am in a state of boredom.

Even as I write this I'm not getting that rush of accomplishment
reminiscent of that last stone in the pond that is finally dislodged
and the stream can finally rush through with energy and abandon
My mind isn't tingling with the gears moving and churning
as words and images come to me like a muse is hovering overhead
dropping inspiration and soul-drawn phrases to be shared with all.
No.
I am in a state of boredom

And just like a few grains of salt that can mysteriously fall into a bowl of sweetened cereal
So is my mood right about now.
My mind is actually giddy, but lazy
My heart is alive, but not beating blissfully
My soul is empty and full at the same time
What needs to be there isn't there
What I wish was NOT there is.
I truly don't know what to do
In this state of boredom.

My state of mind and heart is something like Texas weather
The sun is shining brightly, the cool breeze keeping everything comfortable
Just to have the thunder, lightning and turrents of rain change that wonderment
and then the calm with that soothing afterscent of the past storm
it's calming, maddening, soothing, nerve-racking.
I don't know if I am making any sense
I truly don't feel like writing at all
I guess I am too wrapped up in this web
This web that is named a state of boredom.

Can anyone help me?