À propos preponderant passion penning poems...

posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled

webbed mental skein

today November third
two thousand twenty two,

unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring wordsmith
only now I became keen,

which unflagging vexillological,

 

theoretical, rhetorical, philosophical...

narratological, linguistical, judgmatical

historical, fantastical, didactical,
and bibliographical predicament

may not suddenly find me
flush with green
i.e. profuse legal tender,
but merely thought provoking

puzzlement addresses following quandary
stuck within gray matter of pate

 

impossible mission to differentiate

jagged fine line between
passion and obsession
case in point strong
affinity to write of late,

cuz yours truly susceptible
toward compulsion that doth not abate,

and mind boggling to wed healthy
love of language analogous as mate

nsync with psychological trait,

 

viz excessive compulsion

diagnosed years gone
by courtesy professional
mental health specialists, did annotate,
and I admit behavior impossible to satiate,

thus generating aforementioned query

how does one (me) segregate

productive interest versus excessive,
née fanatical all consuming -
affinity towards English language

 

I loopily, quirkily verily narrate
oft times burning midnight oil

(albeit figuratively alluded
to wicked mister Arson Wells) witness
as logophile doth painstakingly toil

bajillion cerebral threads to uncoil,

whereby utilizing figurative tweezers
uprooting, untangling rhyme I embroil

(even using Scooby Doo conditioner)

metaphorically beneath mine royal

hirsute (Scottish) matted topsoil

ultimately bringing in top gun

uncannily resembling gargoyle

shape shifting between
comical characters such as
Popeye and Beetle Bailey

at lightspeed as if
greased with Olive Oyl

so watch out Bluto,
get ready for turmoil!