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Poetics Aside Prompt: Take the phrase “The Truth About (blank),” replace the blank with a new
word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then,
write the poem.
Longing is that part
Of being human
That can never be entirely met
But it spurs the dreamer
To the dream
And keeps us looking
Ahead
I have found a reprieve
Of sorts
For the greater longing
Within
It bleeds in
Ink-drops shaping words
Its crux; a pen
The truth about us
Is nothing new
Too soon we all grow old
But longing
Drives us from the warmth
To search
In bitter cold
© Janet Martin
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