Thursday, April 14, 2022

L is for Lonstrian and Locomotive

It's L day!

It is National Poetry Month, so I am posting a poem a day as I participate in the AtoZ writing challenge.  I will be writing ekphrastic poetry (a poem that was written with inspiration from an image) using a randomly generated image with a randomly generated FAKE word all this month.  

I am using the site: https://randomwordgenerator.com to get both a fake word and random image for the day.  I try to use the first randomly generated word that appears with the correct letter for the day and then pick the picture that seems to go with it somehow.  Here's today's image and poem using the FAKE word "lonstrian":

From Here to There and Back

 

a larksome locomotive spans the valley in the air

weighed down with heavy load of varied, lonstrian despairs

steel and iron, wheels on tracks

rickety racks and sundry clacks

fortunate the joys that lift to raise the burden that it bears

peak to peak the engine rallies on its route from here to there

rickety racks, wheels on tracks,

steel and iron, sundry clacks

such joy in mountain topping, heavenly happiness to spare

the times with burdens lifted is a wonderful repair

steely tracks, irony clacks

sundry clacks, rickety racks

the times with burdens lifted is a wonderful repair

such joy in mountain topping, heavenly happiness to spare

steel and iron, sundry clacks

rickety racks, wheels on tracks,

 peak to peak the engine rallies on its route from here to there

fortunate the joys that lift to raise the burden that it bears

rickety racks and sundry clacks

steel and iron, wheels on tracks

weighed down with heavy load of varied, lonstrian despairs

a larksome locomotive spans the valley in the air

 

Donna JT Smith ©2022

1 comment:

  1. That's very talented to be able to write so well from such random prompts.

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