I pace around and panic
Yep I panic quite a lot
I panic that I'm manic
or I panic that I'm not
Because if I'm not manic
am I otherwise quite mad?
Not with raging anger
but blackly foul and bad?
Some tell me I'm a genius
so where's my master stroke?
Perhaps it's sailing t'ward me
in a sturdy wooden boat
If so the boat must surely be
crossing stormy oceans!
To words upon a page
I am manic with devotion
Manic with devotion
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Great words! So, when/how did you crawl inside my head and then find a way to express my angst so perfectly?
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Thanks Gina...
Ahhh that must have been when you were dreaming, funny things can happen from 10 000 miles away...
Ahhh that must have been when you were dreaming, funny things can happen from 10 000 miles away...
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I panic that I'm manic
or I panic that I'm not

Hi Juan, I really enjoyed your poem - great rhythm.
So you're located 10 000 miles from Canada, are you a Canadian who's wandered away from home?
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Hi Cate, thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.Cate wrote:I panic that I'm manic
or I panic that I'm not![]()
Hi Juan, I really enjoyed your poem - great rhythm.
So you're located 10 000 miles from Canada, are you a Canadian who's wandered away from home?
No not Canadian but a long-displaced Dubliner, many miles from home. I went back for the first time in over 30 years a few months ago. Amazing journey, much to write about!