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: Paper
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
Loud and harsh and abrasive
noise
where thoughts are finally safe.
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I write you poems on neatly cut scraps
Fold them and send them as tiny planes
You scatter them on plains and tear my heart to scraps.
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The boarding pass duly destroyed I wondered
How else to relieve transatlantic flight boredom
If I’d been older, into jail I would have blundered
@jamesatkinson81
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Wrinkled and crinkled by too many hands,
You lie on the library like floor of broken promises
Waiting for someone to hold and unfold your story.
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This is wonderful!!! So layered So much in such a small space. You are the master of packing a punch in a perfect parcel of words!
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Thank you, Susan, for such an amazingly alliterative comment.
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forgotten promises
lines of faded ink
upon crumpled parchment
@candace_kubinec
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Messages inked to you on old medical bills
Folded and flung into the ether
I hope they reach you
@goldzco21
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Invisible ink
fades
lost histories.
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You pull back the veil of your pen,
expose the ache through your fingers,
pin pricks of sorrow left behind in the ink stains.
@floweringink
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Your lines transpire some kind of sensuality, they cut deep into emotions. Really great job.
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Thank you so much! I really look forward to Thursdays and reading what you and everyone comes up with. I love how different we all are.
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Your words never fail to find their way to one’s core!
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Thank you, Wulf. You are so good to me!
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Bus tickets flutter from another dimension.
All the letters no longer sent, hover. Books
talk instead of flutter – the tangible lost to virtual.
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Forgot to put my twitter handle @lakelady2282 and gosh
can I change the second flutter to ruffle lol.
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I have folded my dreams into a plane —
the sort of kid-friendly origami of nostalgia
that soars on the lightest wind currents
@LisaSticePoet
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Wonderful Lisa!
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Thank you!
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whole mountains carpeted in artificial forests:
in the beginning was the word
– misinterpreted
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Many words faded away in old copy books
Piled up and jammed into torn carton boxes
Withering away; witnesses of a lifetime long gone.
@ATinchini
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I Love,” witnesses of a lifetime long gone.” There is something so mournful in these words.
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There is indeed. Many notes I wrote years ago stay untouched on dusty paper. They belong to a time period when I was another person. I moved on since then, so those words do not belong to me any longer. They are dead to me.
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The Invention Of Paper: pathetic, arrant laziness, humanity dumbing down.
Why write down our thoughts – our brains remember.
It’s sheer…what’s the word…uh…
@ewanandsmith
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