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: Snowflake
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
so perfect
these verses
un-jotted
@firdausp
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A moment of motility, transpierce
Vectored dimensionality along multiple axes,
Freeze, then fall.
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All by six divided –
Yet, no two ever the same-
Heaven-born crystal destined, but a moment to remain.
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Winter drapes itself across the landscape
Spreads crystal fingers, sends iced kisses
In a love letter of beautiful death
@el_Stevie
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Indelible yet matchless
desires
lost then found.
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My perfection is short-lived
So I easily confound
In a multitude of joy.
@ATinchini
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Oh! The dreadful fate of some! Sure the puddle had a bit of a spark for a short while before final disintegration?
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It was there, right there on the tip of my tongue
– the uniqueness – it melted
and then words started; running into rivulets
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etchings and edges
microscopic evidence
of art’s perfection
@LisaSticePoet
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Etchings and Edges…..love this!!!!
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Thanks <3
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She is my summer
The cruelty that saturates my thoughts
I long for the scent of winter to arrive
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Such beauty, Susan. Each line a luscious contrast.
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Thank you so much, Steve! You always make my mornings brighter with your kindness!
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Ever gone outside and lay on the grass?
Eyes closed, music on, a Roger Ruffin classic,
Then suddenly you realise it isn’t even summer.
@steveweave71
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You got me shivering on the first line, a little comfortable on the second and then freezing on the last one! Very good.
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Everyone should lie down on grass and gaze up at the sky on a regular basis, no matter what the time of year!
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I think this is lovely, Steve. It feels hopeful to me, like the sky is there for you no matter the season. Beautiful!
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Laughed and then wondered: what were you on? Would like some if there’s to spare.
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Never cool; never unique; never exquisitely formed;
never drifting from the sky already perfect in my beauty.
I splashed into a puddle and simply disintegrated. Hey ho…
@ewanandsmith
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A sad but infinite story. Great.
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This is so sad, Ewan. It has such defeat, but is beautiful
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