Thousands and thousands
years done like my measly thoughts.
Yet, my mind turn, again and again,
As does the earth.
Will we ever find that piece
Which bring us some rest and peace?
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Part of my #The100DaysOfPoetryLearning project.
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One Great Fantasy 
We may find that peace, but it will be short lived. Our muse is jealous and demanding; we will forever strive to please her.
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You are correct! To feed her and the world is our life and I’m happy to do that!
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The repetition is wonderfully effective, Jeren!
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Thank you, Jilly. It might have worked better than I planned, haha!
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Yep! That happens to all good poets 🙂
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I’m coming to the conclusion that ‘piece’ is in the head. Places all fall short in one way or another.
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I feel the same way too. It’s not something that I thought much about, but seeing our passion write a thousand and thousands of words, can make someone feel like, we are frantically seaechin for a string of words.
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We have to be able to reconcile what we have with what we can achieve and why we want to go that way.
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Indeed!
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