Another empty page.
Counting on fresh maple leaves for inspiration.
They are taking their time.
Maybe the crows have some ideas.
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Empty pages.
The inspiration of fresh maple leaves should fill them.
They are coming in late though.
I’ll try talking to the crows.
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Stack of empty pages.
I was going to gaze at the maple leaves
For inspiration.
Crows took them for their nest.
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The maple leaves are fresh.
Inspiration for all the poems
I would write
If the crows hadn’t made off with my paper.
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The maple leaves came in blazing red.
The poem they birthed spectacular.
Left alone for a single moment
Now it provides lining for a crow’s nest.
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I’m not completely sure that crows use maple leaves for their nests. But I like the image so I’m rolling with it.
Artwork found here.
I wrote this as a way to try out variations on a poem. None of these are redrafted – they are as they where written. Just rolled with it. I also wrote this while watching Mocchi Sol playing Guilty Gear (fresh off his win at Arc Revo).
As a bonus, Sol’s Strive theme (I dig it. I dig it alot.)
Freedom is life's great lie 