Enduring a Snowy Day

The day will pass with painful slowness.
Snowed-in, read-up, lacking anywhere
To wish that I could go, I sit. I watch
The fireplace. The snow will stop,
The forecast says. The air then will
Grow colder still, and I, protected,
Bored as hell, will rise at some point,
For some reason. To do what?, I ask
Myself. There's no way I can know.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-02-17 at 18:40

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Boredom is a blessing in itself. The trick is to like it. I train a lot, like hell, really, hours every day. Now it's winter, and where I live, there's 3 feet of snow (at least) from late November or a little bit into December, to the end of April. That means skiing, skiing, skiing. Different kinds of skis for various snow conditions. Now, that is FUN, each time. But sometimes it's too cold. Then I chose a crosstrainer in the living room or my bike roller upstairs. That is boring, but I've grown to like it. It feels like some kind of meditation, an hour on either of them. And in the shower afterwards, I feel like the king of the universe. Endorphin! And to other people who train and workout, and complain about that being boring, I tell them that they'll get NOWHERE until the learn to LIKE the boring stuff. We wouldn't have vaccines or antibiotics without people who thought that boring was fun; just a couple of examples. So enjoy the boring stuff. That's what made and makes anything valuable!
2025-02-18


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Perhaps to shift some snow? There comes a time when this just has to be done, no? Blessings, Allen
2025-02-17