Prompt: Imagination is...
Imagination is
A meadow of scarlet flowers
A mysterious cave of gold
A palace made of clouds
The attic upstairs
Imagination can be anything.
A butterfly, it cocoons itself
deep inside your brain
waiting for the right moment
to burst open
and become something magical.
Always there, it slinks through the dark corners of your brain, searching for a thought to latch onto, the beginning of an idea.
Imagination is
your hopes
dreams
answers
sweet tears
everything.
Without imagination, we would be nothing.
This is one of my favorites. I've mentioned this before, but all of these were written a long time ago. I think my writing has since improved, and I will write new poems and add them on when I get the chance.
