Happy New Year 2018: May this year bring poetry to your life and life to your poetry!
Three Line Thursday remains 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.
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.
- DO NOT include the prompt word.
- 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: Spark
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
early morning smog
the blue-grey smoke from our lips
sharing cigarettes
@firdausp
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Smoke will disperse, writing shall be there.
Within the first verse, I take the dare.
Then follows the fight, and my song in the air.
@ATinchini
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such power and beauty!
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Thank you so much!
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The wildfire spread on the wind–
and the houses burned!
Now, smoke hides the moon
@voimaoy
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In scarlet pain, watcher of a bonfire catch,
Beneath a crown of stars and celestial moon,
Dagger in hand, convulsed in gloom.
@steveweave71
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her body, a contour of smoke
rising like jesus
spreading like disease
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everyone tossed in a list of regrets
then gasoline, then a match
and all were gone, just like that
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A hungering vacuum of darkness waits to consume
the roaring conflagration. Leaving only vanishing fire echo
tripping in your eyes before, it too, is extinguished.
@feclarkart
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I hold this stolen flame within my grasp
and writhe around its secret warmth
as cell by cell I’m transformed into ash.
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