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
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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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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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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Spring is like a soaring bird, like
a seagull picked up by the pink sun.
Oriental.
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faceless memories
stained by the tears,
of forgotten days, even years
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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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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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the spirit moved
the birch trees
stood tall
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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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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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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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Faded memories
Pasted in an album
Still pierce my heart
~
@candace_kubinec
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we captured something
we were not supposed to
we were not destined for
@firdausp
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unaware of where we were headed
unashamed of who we were
young and inocent
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*innocent
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