The Idle Idiom

For this week’s 3WW and Jingle entry.

In idleness passes our mirthless existence

And so passes every second of silence

In idleness the mind opens a Pandora’s box

to show us what we loved, what we’ve lost

In idleness none is stable but our stance

The inertial object we become, in trance

In idleness one is most flooded with thoughts

Seldom constructive – while it in itself, rots

In the educated idleness I am stuck, as with glue

My indolent vision, looking tepidly, for clues

In this numbness I remain

In this numbness, the tears, they themselves –



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Donna Hole
    Dec 25, 2010 @ 12:18:34

    I do my best thinking while cleaning. Hmm, maybe that’s not idle . .



  2. Jingle Poetry
    Dec 29, 2010 @ 01:59:58

    masterfully crafted, your words are nimble, not numb at all..
    well done.

    Greetings, how are you?

    Welcome join us at potluck week 16, with theme as celebrations and festivities..

    We value your support, Have A blessed Holiday!
    Best Wishes 4 the year of 2011….



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