Lonzoward
To Move Towards Admiring Poetry (Including HandsomelouiiThePoet) for the Vocal Neolomicro Challenge
The Prompt
Invent a word, then write a microfiction story that encapsulates its meaning.
Lonzoward: Preposition. Becoming more appreciative of wonderful poetry.
This is inspired and taken from the name of this wonderful Vocal Creator.
The Story
In the classroom, the teacher stood before the class. They opened a book of poems by an author they had never heard of. The book was this.
The children loved the way the teacher talked with them and encouraged them to read, write and create. The teacher spoke to them:
"I will teach you a new word today, that is Lonzoward today we will all become more Lonzoward as we learn to love ans appreciate this wonderful and beautiful poetry. Say after me 'We Will Be Lonzoward'"
The class, as one said:
"We Will Be Lonzoward"
The teacher gave them all copies of the poetry books and the children fell into reading with love and gusto.
They loved every word that they read, and the teacher looked on, so proud of the class.
This was what learning was.
This was the essence of gaining knowledge and appreciating books, words, and poetry.
This was the true essence of becoming Lonzoward, and this would go on forever
About the Creator
Mike Singleton π Mikeydred
A Weaver of Tales and Poetry
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Comments (8)
Incredibly apt.
Omgggggg I wanna become the best Lonzoward that I can! Lol! This was so creative and brilliant!
Love your Lovely Lonzo creation. Now his head will swell so huge, luckily our Lonzo is such a sweetheart. You deserve this Handsome L. Mike, you made some booboos, a few snafus. Have a reread.
Appreciation βΊοΈβ₯οΈππ―β¨
Haha π Mike, This is an Amazing Example of being Poeticβ₯οΈπ―βοΈπππThank you for the shout-out and for Including me into your challenge Entry πππππ¬π―πThis should be Top Storyπ
That is so nice. Well done.
That's great, Mike. Great way to show support to Handsome :D
This was a cool take on the Challenge π