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Pride designed a precious bower Granting each discarded scrap The illusion of creative power Whatever’s found he will devour And shape to his mind’s map Pride designed a precious bower Now his lover he will shower With refuse in a shiny wrap: The illusion of creative power Is she wooed by his false flower? Will glamour be her trap? Pride designed a precious bower Or will her feelings remain dour? Knowing he can only tap The illusion of creative power Leaving him to hunt and scour The world for his stopgap Pride designed a precious bower The illusion of creative power
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 2:29 PM UTC
Bower Bird
Pride designed a precious bower Granting each discarded scrap The illusion of creative power Whatever’s found he will devour And shape to his mind’s map Pride designed a precious bower Now his lover he will shower With refuse in a shiny wrap: The illusion of creative power Is she wooed by his false flower? Will glamour be her trap? Pride designed a precious bower Or will her feelings remain dour? Knowing he can only tap The illusion of creative power Leaving him to hunt and scour The world for his stopgap Pride designed a precious bower The illusion of creative power
A villanelle regarding my struggle with the idea of creativity. Nothing new in this world!
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 2:29 PM UTC
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