Poem Hunter
UNM (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)


Poem By Uloia Norris Moore

At this point in time
run upon this wheel
called time

Seeing each gear
wind and grind
mind filled twine
hemp the knot
cannot find each
line no matter
how hard I

Of all that's been written

I would take back some few
yet much more than the words
if I could but I cant
still I try and yet cry
lost am I to the well
the staff humbled so

now you are seeing
a fraction of me

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this poem somewhat comforting. take care.