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: Silent
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
Slumbering twigs frozen – in their Winter’s sleep,
Braving frosts biting and drifting snows so deep,
Their buds awaiting wake-up call, Spring’s promises to keep.
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Frozen bygones
Fresh through the flesh
And the face shows it all
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time again but said differently. Silence as features set through circumstance. Beautiful even if sad.
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Thank you very much.
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How do I make changes to my submissions? I can’t seem to navigate my way here.
By the way, thank you to everyone who have liked my contributions so far. I value your input and thank you for reading.
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I freeze a moment in time
Making way for my mission
You wait on the other side.
@ATinchini
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The pause created by the ‘silent’ freeze, a forbearance perhaps, a creating of a space. Just wonderful.
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She is still left mourning this
powdered sugar skin, frozen limbs,
a hush of snow.
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Seems there’s no end to mourning. A silence is often necessary.
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Sound subsides
thunderous
and sweet
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Ooooh. Love that, Rachel.
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Made me laugh! That silence could be so audible.
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I love the juxtaposition of thunderous and sweet…..it just happens to be thundering here in Hollywood as I type this…..
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So much in so few words. Wonderful.
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You pluck the words from my tongue
Sneak away quietly
I am hollowed out by the brittle memory of language
@floweringink
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I really like this, floweringink. It captures something of the way that our words and our language are so essential to our personal identity. When they are taken from us…
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Thank you Ewan. I have been feeling the hollow ache of this for a while, so I think no matter the image, it was going to connect to this experience.
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It’s an actual circumstance you talk about. When one’s words are interrupted or worse.
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Exactly!
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“the brittle memory of language” is so striking. So easily broken.
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Thank you! So very fragile.
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there’s no rest
when the weight of absence is palpable
where to speak would be blasphemy
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Wow! Incredibly powerful!
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Heavenly👏❤
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Gorgeous, petrujviljoen.
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Thanks Ewan. Petru
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Absence does carry so much weight. YES.
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Everything is stopped,
held in place, unchanging,
for the moment.
@LisaSticePoet
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suspense in that last line!
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Yup. That last line rocks.
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<3
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Yes. That last line is key.
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There will be time
Time to mourn time lost
Time to accept the times.
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The repetition of ‘time’ works so well!
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I like the sense of hope in this, Ndotono.
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I agree. Repetition works well for you here.
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Seek out the quietness of the world.
When no one speaks and nothing moves,
hear what is said.
@ewanandsmith
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Profound and beautiful Ewan!
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Listening to silence – a gifted few can manage.
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Yep. Silence often needs to be truly heard, and understood.
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