So it seems our little Throwback Three Line Thursday is a lovely addition to the blog here at Ink In Thirds. I would like to encourage you to spread the word and enter weekly. I will be including some of the poems from the weekly contributions in upcoming issues of Ink In Thirds Magazine, so if you’d like a chance to be published participate weekly. Also if you have a Twitter handle include it below your submission.
Welcome to a brand new year! Happy writing!
If you don’t know what TLT is all about here are the cliff notes:
- Write something that will move us! Inspired by the photo above.
- Brevity is key.
- What can you say, convey, express in only three lines? Can you paint a visual picture with only words? Tell an entire story that begs to be read? Use your imagination.
- No titles. Let’s keep it about the words.
- 10 words max per line. 3 lines.
- Post your poem in the comments and comment on others. Have fun!
This week’s prompt: Laced Regret
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
The foreshadowed utterances didn’t bode well,
The Monster emerged from gravy, canal water,
With green scaly skin and an ill-fitting shell.
@steveweave71
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I wouldn’t go back to her now, that’s for sure,
I’ve plotted a new course, I think that I’m right,
So why does she walk through my dreams every night?
@steveweave71
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My friend has these random tendencies,
Thank you so much for correcting him,
I’m ridiculously sorry he shot you.
@steveweave71
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There were once hands that painted walls,
opened a hope chest and hung lace,
cleared dust away, locked a door.
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Tattered dreams flow through ink
As callous hands sign away the remaining shreds
Regret stamped as Divorced.
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You sit, shrouded in grey,
stuck between the tick and the tock,
cried out eyes oblivious to the once white lace.
@carolrosalind
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time perched
on a dusty sill
chewing on lace
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daedal love’s lace sat on a sill
vintage planks mount a memory
not simple, but real, this affinity
@brie_kali
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We were so young then
So happy together
starting out with lace curtains
@voimaoy
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Our dreams still linger in the air
Our deeds are memories we carried away
We don’t live here anymore
@ATinchini
@LucyandEye
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The light through the net of the curtains is laced
with dust and wanting. Squandered time rebervarates. I ache
for days past, when I could leave my attic room.
@feclarkart
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A weave of moments missed
Framed and stained with regret
Twitch in a could’ve been memory
@el_Stevie
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If there be sorrow
Then it’s love not expressed
You take with you to the grave
@soulhearts
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