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: Ride
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
This simple life does not journey along
The smooth interstates but along bumpy
Back roads – and I hang on, laughing
@candace_kubinec
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reflections
how they hurry past
oh how I run away
@firdausp
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The beginning of everything was present that day:
while clearing the pantry, a horse neighed
close by
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Parked, I watch
knowing full well
you’ll never show.
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The country drowns in asphalt
Swallowed by the greed of invention
Everyone seems to be in a a hurry
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for now, there is waiting
I can almost hear the seconds
braking against time’s advance
@LisaSticePoet
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Love this!
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Thank you <3
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I’ve worked the high wire,
I had a spell on the trapeze,
Now it’s a supermarket trolley.
@steveweave71
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She settled for being driven—watched the scenery fly by.
It wasn’t the same as those long summer nights, when
she drove through dusk, radio on—moving to forget.
@feclarkart
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You’ve been waiting for me
While I was busy losing myself
But now I’m ready. Ready for you.
@ATinchini
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