#TLT - Dec 26, 2024
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: awake
three line poetry
Inspired by the photo above, write something that moves us! #TLT
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keep it about the words
- Brevity is Key
- 10 words MAX per line
- 3 Lines
- No Titles
- Include your X (Twitter) handle
- DO NOT include the prompt word
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Three Line Thursday
What can you say, convey, or express in only three lines? Can you paint a visual picture with only words? Tell an entire story that begs to be read?
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Use your imagination. Poetry, Haiku, Senryū, Free Verse, Prose, and Flash are all welcome. (Please do not graphically use excessive profanity or overtly disturbing mental images. Let’s use common sense.)
One word per line—fine. Ten words per line (max) works too. It counts as long as it fits in the comment box in three-line format. Simple, right?
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11 thoughts on “#TLT – Dec 26, 2024”
Cold shoes on my feet
I open my eyes to the sun, walk
the dog, break the ice.
Drawn (reluctant groans) from dreamy possibility
to this, the real. The unforgiving chill.
But – oh! – your touch.
@ewanandsmith
And festive good wishes to everyone!
Lovely and provocative, Ewan! Happy New Year!
narrowing distance
between our pillows . . .
this thaw in my chest
@firdausp
Oh that’s beautifully done, Firdaus. Everything important lies in what’s not said in the poem.
I felt the thaw. Wonderful!
Ice settles over the season
Heart cracking under the weight
Memory chills the veins
shadesofgreen@blusky
Oh goodness, the chill in your words, Susan. A heart about to shatter…
Ice settles over the season
Heart breaking from the weight
Memory is a chill in the veins
shadesofgreen@blusky
Hectic and frantic don’t describe the scramble
that leads up to Christmas Eve, and then
time itself freezes until the next morning.
So true, KPS!