Sing to me a song
of days frosted with youth.
Prepare me for the journey
into my inner most secrets.
As I close my eyes,
sparkles turn to colors and
colors form into shapes.
Am I going through life
on auto-pilot? Is this as
it should be or is there more?
I take the train to nowhere
only to find the place I
left behind in technicolor.
The sand man
delievers his nightly gift of
escape.
His only request that
I can fulfill is to taste the dream
and the ambition that comes along with
it.
Author notes
This was honestly the first thing that came to mind when I saw the pic prompt. Speaking of which, I do not know how to add that pic in my poem, however here is the link and the credit goes to Pumpykin for creating it.
http://robotic-cupcake.deviantart.com/art/Dream-Weaver-82185403
A contest entry
- PICTURE PROMPT ^^ by pumpykin.
1000 points, ended January 10, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Forgot the applause lol
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Oh this was great! I really loved the depth of this poem, and the imagery was great as well! Beautiful write!!
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Ooo, a very interesting and original take on the picture
I really like the imagery, a very intriguing write ^^ Thank you entering
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