Don’t tell me that I’m missing out
On a beautiful world
Your world of buildings and roads
Of litter and neglect
My useless eyes
Are second to my imagination
In the empty space of my mind
Flowers appear in colours you can’t know
Grass grows up by a diamond river
And decorated birds fly overhead
My houses are sparkling
My streets are clean
I know nothing of your concrete jungle
My world is more beautiful than yours
Author notes
For contest. Prompt:
#3 "I open my eyes and see a blank wall going on forever."
- Patricia D. Cornwell, Cruel & Unusual
A contest entry
- Contest #5 (Quote Prompts) by VelvetWings.
1050 points, ended September 10, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hello and thanks for the contest entry!
I loved this write, it's simple yet provides an insight into a human mind that longs for fantasy. I'm often catching myself with my head in the clouds, daydreaming a place far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Your take on the prompt is much more abstract than I would have thought, and I like that!
So once again thanks and good luck.
~Sparrow
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Thankyou! I wanted to write something different lol
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I didn't understand who you were talking to or why you would tell the person that your streets are clean, and you know nothing of your concrete jungle. My only advice would be to maybe add who you were talking to. I loved the poem by the way.
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