Write a poem from the perspective of the universe, of God, of a "higher power." What would the universe want to say? If it had emotions, what might it feel? What would this point of view be like? Is there anything that this being/point of view would feel necessary to speak? In any case, happy writing!
Today's poem comes to us from Sean Walsh and is entitled Wee Flower, Old Leaf. I found the story stemming from this poem to be very interesting. It draws on memories from the past to powerful effect. Please enjoy!