I'm afraid I borrowed the phrase but I loved the concept from the first time I read it years ago. It is so right.
Worrier warrior is that which I am
From method to madness and poetry slam
I worry the details, each thought to explore
I wander amazement from ceiling to floor
Solipsistic endeavors or view to much more
Each syllable wrestled right down to the ground
Each accent is noted, the metric astound
Never in sight can the drudgery slay
Florescence of light and the will and the way
Well, that's more like it, but I have to stop. That rush in this old heart. Color me surprised to be writing poetry, once again. I really missed it. I hope it lasts.
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