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: Cozy
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
Very late, I know (it’s almost Thursday again!) but it’s taken me this long to get the last line:
Mittens and cocoa after a frost laden walk,
Getting ever warmer with our gossipy talk:
A snug in a pub is the ultimate hub.
@jamesatkinson81
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Ghosts appear above the dark liquid
That once sated our loneliness in dimly lit booths
Heat and steam and you so alike. So fleeting.
@Goldzco21
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This is so good!!!!
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She begins the day with a cup, a word,
a dream stirred; breathes her self
-of steam.
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” … a dream stirred, breathes herself …” – wonderful
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A cup of hot chocolate maybe?
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“She begins the day with a cup, a word,
a dream stirred”– This was so good. I reread it multiple times.
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Wow!
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I married my husband thirty-nine years ago. He’s Danish.
The first word he taught me was hyggelig. Now everyone’s
saying that word, thinking it means utopia. It’s not though.
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and of course we all scurry off looking up the word. Had a Danish boyfriend once but didn’t learn any words from him.
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😉
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Love this. And yep, I looked it up. ;)
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Google Translate is going to wonder what’s up. LOL!
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I die in coffee cups.
Strange beans that calm
the scars I hung on my wall.
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You had me at ‘the ‘scarsI hung on the wall.”
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This is wonderful.
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I really enjoyed this one. “Strange beans that calm” seems so fitting, yet so ironic.
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Fears take flight
soothed
by warm chickory
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I can feel the scent of this…
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I love that brief and punchy-ness of this one. Little jolts like espresso shots.
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many ideas have been warmed
by a cup of Earl Grey–
poems rising from the steam
@LisaSticePoet
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Ohhhhh. “poems rising from the steam” is just wonderful.
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Thanks :)
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I was also captivated by the steam and wanted to focus on that imagery. I really liked the route you took it with the “poems rising from the steam”
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I love your three-line-poem’s take on the steam. Lovely!
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In a place of cold, in a world of harm –
A cup of warmth, a brew of calm –
In both body and mind, works like a charm
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“A cup of warmth, a brew of calm” — yes, please.
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Not so easy today
When the fight is on
But soon, who knows.
@ATinchini
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Had to laugh!
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I like the hope in this.
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the light’s sparking off the water,
feet cooling after the trail. Tent still
to be pitched. I’ll be comfy enough.
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I see myself here, as the restless nomad that I am.
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Love those light sparkles.
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Meditative stuff for sure!
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This is so atmospheric. I felt the cold of the woods, fresh mountain air, and the small warmth in the pit of my stomach. Pure nostalgia.
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Brilliant, Steve!
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Wrapped in my football scarf draped to my knees,
Eating rice pudding from the can or shepherds pie,
The warmth as I sing from inside a wardrobe.
@steveweave71
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Your last line reminds me of my stepson, who had closed himself inside a wardrobe, years ago, for he was so excited and upset for our upcoming return to his native country, Brazil. Thank you for sharing.
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I can feel that warmth.
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I adore the way your mind works, Steve!!!!
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