Flurry Of An Ambitious Life Poem by Celia AmanteaSchulz

When I allow myself to catch a peek
into

The endless, tireless, relentless self of
you

I become I feel an unparalleled frenzied
creature

It's the strife that creates

That feeds my craving soul

I pause for a day, maybe two, a week...there is serenity

But no serendipity.


But alas,

there is sullenness and withering,

no conjuring of eclectic forms of art,

no reaching for clever words to twist into remarkable half-spun tales.


Just rest...a sagging mind.

Sleep. Wake. Sleep. Wake.

How long can I resist tempting myself again with your spark of dilemma.

Give just a crumb from your plate

And I will re-emerge consumed with the breath of dragons.