With a scream of protest
and an exasperated puff;
Steam billows outwards
to paint the blue sky
with clouds of white.
Then with a grumble
Like a peal of thunder
the train begins to move;
Thudding across each plank
in a timeless easeful rhythm.
It chases away morning blues
As the steam train rides onwards.
Author notes
I have so many different styles, themes, and categories to choose from I thought I would instead just write whatever came to me and see if you like the style of my writing. This one is based on a restored steam train that is in the area, I hope this conveys the sort of experience such a sight gives a person.
A contest entry
- Should you be on my favorites? by unraveled.
700 points, ended March 15, 52 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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this is neat, the images are very nice. i particularly like the line "like a peal of thunder"
thank you for entering,
-cassidy
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I thought this was great. a little different from what I am use to ... What am I talking about you write about everything ... Great imagery and superb read.
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Little Brother,
What a wonderful read this one is! I love it! There is something about trains, and steam engines and such! Great job!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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