May your life have poetry and your poetry, life…
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: Photo
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
*innocent
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unaware of where we were headed
unashamed of who we were
young and inocent
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we captured something
we were not supposed to
we were not destined for
@firdausp
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Faded memories
Pasted in an album
Still pierce my heart
~
@candace_kubinec
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Time caught on film creates a forest of memories
Until they blur at the edges
And you can’t see the wood for the trees
@el_Stevie
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Smell of ashes
I burnt the pictures, for we still have
You and I.
@ATinchini
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Love that, Alessandro. : – )
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Thank you very much ❤
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💓the starkness.
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That’s life.❤
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I remember the light through the trees
It was spring and we were just beginning.
How sweet to feel that young again.
@voimaoy
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the spirit moved
the birch trees
stood tall
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That day, we hid from the others
these trees
our only witness.
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Love this, Rachel. Takes me back to good times.
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Thanks!
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Life is.. billions of pictures – so quick they move – Only
a fraction remembered – if we could exist outside, see the
line, could flick, skip forward, back… we could time travel.
@jamesatkinson81
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faceless memories
stained by the tears,
of forgotten days, even years
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Spring is like a soaring bird, like
a seagull picked up by the pink sun.
Oriental.
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there was a time when I didn’t know
Aspens speak if you listen
ghost trees with secrets and stories
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That’s lovely, Lisa. So evocative.
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Thank you!
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That’s me. Nearly two. Mashed peas on my chin,
and hair bound in wet rags. Curls by morning.
Those black and white days, safe between covers.
.
@miskmask
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We were there, of course,
busy gaining evidence that we were there
to impress the world that we were there.
@ewanandsmith
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