#TLT - Jan 2, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: abandon
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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26 thoughts on “#TLT – Jan 2, 2025”
Some see a beautiful old wreck, lovely but long gone.
I see great times that were had, and imagine the life it led.
I’m nearly the same age, still traveling down that merry road.
steered from father’s lap
generous jalopy joy
forever frozen
@DavidtheDreamer
I loved an ice man
who frosted my world then left
Vintage memories
I long for your warm hug in the cold wait
Awash with your memories
The body is rusting but the heart ain’t
@Deeptikolte
habitual departures – there
are no easy endings and the
mat’s worn through with prayer
Beautiful. That last line has so much power.
Revising my earlier poem (if I may)
forsaken poems …
the familiar edges
of loss
I like the second version best.
I loved the first and love the second version even more!
The sleeping oak (survivor of five hundred winters)
displays its nakedness carelessly to the world
and dreams of being clothed in spring greens.
@ewanandsmith
Ah lovely!
A survivor that ancient surely could care less. Smiles.
So Lovely, Ewan!
An old friend lives
down in the woods.
I vow to visit soon.
@meeshmeyerwrites (IG)
I am a rusted husk of grief
A shell lost in a snowdrift
She, an ocean that not longer sings
shadesofgreen@blusky
Beautifully written, Susan. I love the ‘rusted husk of grief’.
Beautiful!
Wonderful. A whole novel in three lines.
An ocean that no longer sings—beautiful
forsaken poems …
the familiar edges
of incoherence
@firdausp
Love this! Forsaken poems….so good!
I was thinking exactly the same, Susan. That ‘forsaken’ hits hard.
If the headlights don’t see that far,
if the engine’s rusty and if the wheels need retiring,
will you desert me in the winter of my life?
This is so good!
Excellent K.P.S. It goes perfectly with the picture.
A shared lifetime, and then to be left alone. Oye! Lovely write.