Aaron: Two hundred risings and fallings of a little star
Someone recently advised me not to write poems about nature, as it had all been said before. Being a contrarian I quickly dashed off a wee verse about a sunset - or was it? Was it about a sunset or was it about me? Or about what I thought of that advice? I am going to write a short (very short) poem a day for one hundy days, a poem that uses imagery from nature as a metaphor, simile or something like that (see what I did there!?), to express... something else. It could be my feelings that day, it could be a news story, it could be a relationship. But whatever my focus is that day, I shall talk around it, using the natural world. A poem should be like a painting, full of images.