Meaningful Force

Even tough it was banal, I worked like a horse
giving comfort and aid to the Obi-wan Force.
It came in like the wind on a mid-summer’s night
and took my breath away until I saw the light.

I worked overly hard in the service of bore
so the Obi-wan force could abide on the floor.
Then like gathering dust in a made-for-maid mop,
I assuaged Obi-wan until I heard it flop.

It was very mundane to have Force in my place
lounging on my love sofa and taking up space.
(For these odd incorporeal forces oft stay
  in my humble abode till I chase them away.)

So with boredom increasing I stifled a yawn
thinking life would be better if Obi was gone.
And I lingered in common in forced company
as the Force sat around with no regard to me.

O how tired the task tending wan-Force extant
that I pardoned my patience and issued a rant.
But I soon placed all meaningless rant on the shelf
when it dawned I was ranting alone to myself.

Then with inner reflection and Force standing by
I determined that it is much better to try.
Thus a way to have meaning and purpose occurred
as I found I could profit when banal is stirred.


24 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
August 20, 2014