I am not an urban poet, because that is not my habitat.
Under snow slowly melting subterranean ovules in a dream-state held in suspension in the mind of the earth become restless.
I suppose the answer depends on what land, what you know, and whose else is also trying to live off it.
The sublime was named by philosophers and aestheticians in the 18th Century like Immanuel Kant, Edmund Burke, and Joseph Addison to describe the specific feeling evoked by landscapes and works of art that suggest immensity and destruction.
It looks like garden purslane on steriods growing in sand.
Amid poems of tree and flower, we watch a marriage unwind, a new lover tease desire from river, wind, and flower.
Study some of these poems for their ekphrastic elements.
An Acquired Taste.
I want to help others to get closer to poetry, but can only say this:
A tale about some pain or some desire-- she tried to come to terms with such loss.