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 encourage you to enter weekly and help spread the word. Some of the poems from the weekly contributions will appear 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: Ice Crystals 
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
Beautiful crystal of the sky
Like an angel cast down
To be robbed of its beauty, sentenced to die
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I love the bleak beauty of this!
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I like the rhyme of this, somehow soothing in its melancholy.
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Brutal. True.
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Swirling blizzard, sliding cars
Brake lights, bashed fenders.
In chaos, order. Look closer. Focus
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I like this. I can see those brake lights in the snow.
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A closer look does reveal chaos to have an unexpected order.
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We find ourselves at winter’s center,
speaking in snowflakes
to a frozen-faced moon.
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So Lovely!
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Thank you so much. :)
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I don’t know such cold, but this gives some idea.
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Icy branches of material things to differentiate ourselves
Crystal dendrites of Mercedes, iPhones, Versace—expanding
But Spring’s rebirth will make puddles of us all.
@goldzco21
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Love that last line!
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That last line is perfection!
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This Spring you mention – gotta live it!
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a pattern shaped in the falling
perfection
never to be made the same again
@LisaSticePoet
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That first line is just so perfect:
“a pattern shaped in the falling”
Aren’t we all? I simply LOVE this.
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Ah, thanks so much :)
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falling, line-break, perception – brilliant.
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Thanks <3
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Encased in ice you remain pristine,
a slice of time, captured and untouchable.
The weight of loneliness will never crack this facade.
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Wonder if you’d agree we said the exact same thing but differently?
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I replied on the site, but don’t know if it worked! I said…..Absolutely!!!! You inspired me!
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Communication is often fraught with preconceptions. I did a bit of a jump and a dance at reading yours thinking – yes! that’s what I meant!
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I love when that happens!!!! I love when, as writers, we can inspire each other! Clearly, what you wrote is what I saw as well.
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Absolutely!!!!! I read yours before I wrote mine, so I was undoubtedly inspired by you!!!
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I feel this weight in your words. Well done.
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Thank you so much!!!!
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shapes of wonder
glisten
behold the beauty
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I can see the glistening!
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shapes of wonder …
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So much in so few words. Well done.
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Like you, as a kid, I longed to be
Flawless, shiny, marvelous free
But just fragile and vain, you found me.
@ATinchini
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breathtakingly gorgeous. 💖
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I Love this Alessandro! So Beautiful!
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Love how that second line flows.
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the perfection is hard to live up to I should think.
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beauty – cold, aloof
so to hold its own – proof
for its utter vulnerability
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Lovely!
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:-)
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Lonely and beautiful.
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Thank you!!
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They made for exquisite ear-rings; they’d formed about my nose;
my eye-lashes; my lips. At last, the perfect look –
hanging from a hook in an industrial freezer.
@ewanandsmith
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Goodness, this is CHILLING. No pun intended. That last line is a stunner.
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Thanks, whimsygizmo. It’s strange how these three line poems turn out. Part of the joy of TLT. : – )
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