oops...i meant to write one for this topic and I completely forgot!! i'm sorry...maybe you should extend it like..half a week or something..hehe..well here's mine:
Imagination
Through the sunny field I ran,
known to me, no other man,
flowers tickling my toes,
and wispy clouds above my nose,
I ran until I found a tree,
standing tall, known only to me,
I knew it's secrets, it told me so,
it trusted me for it to show,
I loved it like a dearest friend,
and it loved me to no end.
Well, soon the worst was to come,
there's nothing that I could've done,
but one day, the tree abandoned me,
I ran into the field with glee,
anticipating the daily meet,
to sit upon it's root, my seat,
as I drew closer to the spot,
I looked and looked, but I saw not,
for the tree had gone, it was not there,
I couldn't believe it, and as I stared,
upon the stump of bark that remained,
my beloved tree had fallen to shame.
Then suddenly, as I was weeping,
a fairy flew up to meet me,
she said, "don't fear, this was no fault of yours,
your beloved tree was filled with horror,
as suddenly, a man with a blade,
came quickly into the glade,
and chopped down your friend of best,
now it is put to rest."
I listened with sadness, but I knew,
that there was nothing I could do,
to bring back my beloved tree,
so I ran from the field, gone was my glee.
The metaphor in this one is, of course, the tree. It symbolizes my imagination (hence the title), and how at one point of my life, it failed completely, was chopped down, but by an old teacher of mine who, ironically, encouraged imagination. i won't go into details, but the fairy symbolizes the logical part of my mind. I told myself that it wasn't my fault, and there was nothing I could do. It wasn't exactly the best advice I had ever given myself, so I stopped writing, drawing, doing anything creative. I rebuilt it later, but honestly, it was one of the worst times of my life. I felt pretty much useless...i don't know if this works for the topic, but i did it in a mystical sense so..hehe...maybe!
*RinRin*
I left a flower on the doorstep, a weed that still remembers me.