I often picture myself
lolling on grass, staring at the sky-
longing to submerge myself in the vast island of
seemingly nothingness.
where stars romance with me,
I touch the sun along with the moon
with other celestial bodies thrown in good measure;
away from the banality
of routine.
such a place where
anonymity gets to be so much a part
striking individuality, striving even further to exist
with determination
and dignity.
as an afterthought
that reminds me, ennui setting in,
apparently, for no reason, I have been bored
with you of late.
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As your writing generally is, this is another excellent poem. It's so good to find people that still are writing on here.
Welcome back!
I ask why should a romantic dreamer, lost in nature's vast space, suddenly realise that she's bored with someone.
Did she learn some truth fron the infinite?