comment on a poem of mine

One of these days I posted on TJMF Publishing’s website the poem bellow. Among other kind comments that I got, there was one belonging to the poet Ken Nye - the author of the books “Searching for the Spring” and “From the Heart” - that I find very interesting in relation to what I like to call “the mechanism of poetry”.

AUTUMN

The trees’ colors
and the colorful diversity of life.
No chance
to bore yourself.

Ken Nye’s comment:
"Vasile, I really like this. The brevity of the poem seems to multiply its effectiveness. Interesting. I need to keep that in mind when I write.
I'm going to bring up something that may be difficult for you to understand. As a matter of fact, it may be so picky as to be a waste of time, but it is the first thing I thought of when I read "No chance to bore yourself." The phrase "no chance" implies to me that there was no opportunity to do something that I really wanted to do. "The day was so hectic there was no chance even to go to the bathroom." "The movie was so long but so totally absorbing that there was no chance to run out to the lobby to get some candy." But it is not often used in reference to something that is not desirable. E.g. "The movie was so long and mesmerizing that there was no chance to become bored with it." Sounds as if you were kind of anticipating an opportunity to become bored, and you're a little disappointed that you didn't become bored. And because becoming bored is usually something people try to avoid, "No chance to bore yourself" sounds a little illogical.
I know this is really picky. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Does anyone else understand what I'm talking about? What do you think?
In spite of that nit picky exercise in elitist vocabulary, I really like this little poem.
Ken"

My answer:
"First, thank you very much for sharing your thoughts on this short piece of mine, Ken!
From a certain point of view, your observation is so – how to say? - right to the point. It is the very life’s viewpoint. Yes, it’s true, “becoming bored is usually something people try to avoid.” Yes, it’s not quite natural that we should want the boredom, and yes, my text can sound contradictory and illogically. I am aware of these facts.
Nevertheless, I chose the word “chance” instead of the more expected and more logic “way”/”fear” or some possible others alike, for at least two reasons, both linked to the internal logic of the poem.
When I suggested that I was kind of anticipating an opportunity to become bored and that that could be taken as a chance, I actually tried, almost instinctually, to say that it was better to bore myself than to have so much from diversity, so much from beauty, so much from life. That way the boredom became a “chance” in my mind. When we have too much, when both our own life and what we see around are rich and full of diversity, it is rather normal/natural that we should wish to retire into ourselves, into our boring (and very human just for this reason) moments.
Also, the word “chance” in that context can give the reader a little smile. It is the smile provoked by the surprise, by the unexpected and even the opposite way to say things. At least this is what I thought or felt. I always valued very much the little smiles in poems. I am not talking about laughing, you see, but about smiling, which comparatively, is of a bigger effect, poetically speaking.
The subject should deserve an essay, I should dare to say, and you saw so well its importance (which I appreciate and value very much), but I stop here hoping that I have been on your observation’s point.
Thanks again for bringing this up!
Vasile"

I was very contented that Ken liked my explanation...