Sleeping Dragons
~this was a photo prompt that i did at the library. i wasn't able to get a copy of the picture to put here and i apologize. the picture is exactly as i describe in the poem, so just use your imagination :) ~
Brightly colored dragons,
green and yellow and orange,
light up the dark sky
like fireworks.
(except they are real)
And when I watch them fly by,
I quiver with fear
and wonder
at this site above me,
unfolding before my eyes
like a movie.
(except that this is real)
But when they fly towards
my hometown
with mouths open wide
and spewing flames
I wished that this could be a nightmare.
(I couldn't scream loud enough)
and then I woke up...
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Normally, I think of dragons
Normally, I think of dragons as - not spiteful or cruel - majestic, beautiful, and frighteningly powerful beings of the elements. And when I read this, I felt the comings of protest hit me.
But I realized I was being unfairly biased, when using only my point of view while over-viewing this written work.
That's where it hit me - after I reread this - and I must say. It hit me.
The desire to scream, "BRILLIANT JOB!!!!!" fills my thoughts, now.
:)
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