The sunflower always faces the sun;
down-crested when it’s gone, only slowly
raising its head from horizon to horizon.
Amidst the early vestiges of the day
the morning glory opens itself to the sun;
and fades before the sunset paints the sky.
It’s good I’m neither; no sun to define me.
NaPoWriMo 2023. A poem on a specific plant.
A pretty common piece of writing advice is that poets should know, and use, the precise names for things. Don’t say flower when you can say daisy. Don’t say bird when you mean a hawk. Today’s challenge asks you to write a poem that contains the name of a specific variety of edible plant – preferably one that grows in your area. (That said, if you’re lacking inspiration, online seed catalogs provide a treasure trove of unusual and charming names for vegetables, fruits and flowers. Here’s one to get you started.) In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you.
NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Prompt
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