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: Room
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
Read a book, maybe? Doze by the fire? Stay safe?
No. No.
There’s a world out there.
@ewanandsmith
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I am with you on this, Ewan.
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and then there was quiet
a time for sitting and thinking
reading or writing or just doing nothing
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Honestly, I do miss a time of doing nothing. That implies quietness.
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“What I like doing best is Nothing.”
“How do you do Nothing,” asked Pooh after he had wondered for a long time.
“Well, it’s when people call out at you just as you’re going off to do it, ‘What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?’ and you say, ‘Oh, Nothing,’ and then you go and do it.” ~ A.A. Milne, The House At Pooh Corner
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Chaos mounts, internal quivers
but surrender awaits
the moment I enter.
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A little universe where to escape.
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A book, a chair, a table by the window
a clean, uncluttered place–
All it needed was a begonia.
@voimaoy
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Oh Voima, that did make me laugh. : – ) (Though I’m not sure why. Are begonias so funny?)
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I love how you can close your eyes and clearly see the space you describe.
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Thank you!
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Oh Ewan, it is funny–maybe it’s the fussy detail. But I do love that room, and begonias :)
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The lift jars open to a wall of noise,
Then the disco lights a-flashing, some guy pukes,
Welcome to The Tomb At The Top.
@steveweave71
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We’ve all been there, Steve! : – )
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Goddam Joey! what’s your problem?
I say! a life threat! And there ain’t no space
to hold … this. Beggar woman thief. Fool to boot.
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I read myself to death: now and in the past,
A succession of issues I’ve entered pages to forget
Until sleep’s daily death calls and dreams I beget.
@jamesatkinson81
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sleep’s daily death… Favorite line!
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Thank you :)
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Our natural process! We really never sleep.
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My comfort zone, that I love to flee
Your face changes every year
In accordance with my wild heart.
@ATinchini
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trapped time in this room
sun-streaked afternoons on book covers
turned pages to chapters of a never ending story
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Sounds nostalgic.
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pressed between pages
another day retires
in blue-grey whispers
@firdausp
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Oooh, love that, Firdaus.
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Thank you Ewan :)
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I absolutely love this!
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Thank you so much :)
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Thank you :)
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Blue-grey whispers
Love it!
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Thank you :)
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This is our daily autobiography, Firdaus.
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So true :)
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her room is a girl’s blur of pinks
and curls and furry slippers
where the cat purrrfers to sleep
.
@miskmask
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“Purrrfers” …. Clever!
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Your poem is one of the reasons why, as a non-English speaking man, I love English language.
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Warmth from summer’s dawn
silent tryst with solitude
a fleeting moment
@RealMommaRamble
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You described my life.
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I cherish every sweet drop of silence I can get…..they are so rare. ;)
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Empty pages still unwritten
Stories yet to be
Outside the window which bounds me
~ADayDreamWriter
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The never ending thirst that writing implies.
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