Poetry an Argument with self a stitch in a flood, a gap in a place of puzzlement bewildered, sorrow overspilled I don't know what I ponder until I sit
Poetry an
Argument with
self
a stitch in a
flood, a gap in a
place of puzzlement
bewildered, sorrow
overspilled
I don't know
what I
ponder until
I sit down
in quiet moments
stolen from the day
#smallpoems
#foolingwithwords
Found Poem from Jane Hirshfield



