Margaret Atwood

Ottawa, Ontario

Bored

Rating: 3.4
All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
distances between things, or pounded
stakes into the ground for rows and rows
of lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)
weeded. Or sat in the back
of the car, or sat still in boats,
sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheel
he drove, steered, paddled. It
wasn't even boredom, it was looking,
looking hard and up close at the small
details. Myopia. The worn gunwales,
the intricate twill of the seat
cover. The acid crumbs of loam, the granular
pink rock, its igneous veins, the sea-fans
of dry moss, the blackish and then the graying
bristles on the back of his neck.
Sometimes he would whistle, sometimes
I would. The boring rhythm of doing
things over and over, carrying
the wood, drying
the dishes. Such minutiae. It's what
the animals spend most of their time at,
ferrying the sand, grain by grain, from their tunnels,
shuffling the leaves in their burrows. He pointed
such things out, and I would look
at the whorled texture of his square finger, earth under
the nail. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs or
groundhogs. Now I wouldn't be bored.
Now I would know too much.
Now I would know.
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COMMENTS
macy cane 13 January 2021
these are very good i feel really good now....
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Susan Harrison 26 September 2020
Knowledge, acquiring knowledge, is power, is the “anti-boredom” ... is .. the love of all things...
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Chibuezedoncol 25 June 2020
I am inspired,after all there is still a beam of hope radiating towards us. Thanks for this Mr Uche
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SomeSadDude 22 March 2018
am in pain wanna put ten shots in my brian wanna change but some things cant change
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Stephen Loomes 09 August 2016
Waiting and watching; was this your Dad, or your partner? The remembered peering through the eyes of a very good poet. I like the innominate intrigue of your poems, the word choice and inner rhyme. Each one is enjoyable to read.and many finish with a rhetorical quesiton mark.
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Amar Agarwala 30 April 2016
Boredom is an intricate part of our lives. But when it mixes with melancholy, does it become intolerable. The poet has described 'boredom' in meaningful words. Many of us will be able to identify.
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Savita Tyagi 30 April 2016
This is a state of mind so many of us have when young. Only to remember it later how happy those days of boredom were. A great poem.
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Edward Kofi Louis 30 April 2016
Now i would know! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Kevin Patrick 30 April 2016
I've always loved Atwoods stream of conscious style, with this one I can think of the days working with my father on fixing his car, me standing their handing him tools, being bored with him doing the work and explaining to me which part to watch out for, it was boring, but its also a nice memory. This poem reminds me of that.
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Barry Middleton 30 April 2016
A beautiful poem I think many can relate to. To feel bored and yet not know that you are not really bored.
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