Too Much Self Contemplation Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Too Much Self Contemplation



My letters used to fall on paper
Like rain drops from a cloud

Now that I doubt every word
I don a pedantic shroud

Free verse used to flow unchained
But now it's all fenced in

The waterfall has frozen over:

Can too much self-contemplation destroy Zen?

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