#TLT - Feb 6, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: ripple
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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why
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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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20 thoughts on “#TLT – Feb 6, 2025”
curiosity—
stepping into the unknown—
irresistible
@DavidtheDreamer
they say light is made of waves
but when breezes kiss water
light is made of love
rippling silence
. . . the sky shivers
on the lake
@firdausp
I love the shivering sky….beautiful!
A gentle touch,
barely noticed.
The effect still spreading.
@ewanandsmith
I love the hope of this, Ewan; so beautiful and quiet.
I love the sense of waves rippling out from growth.
Jersey Shore, 1967,
just jump in, your father
will lift you above the wave.
Love it, Chris. That sense of trust.
wonderful innocence and sense of abandon!
You were a stranger holding the door.
Sun bleached hair, pink sky morning.
Our daughter walks on water.
@meeshmeyerwrites (IG)
Oooh Michelle, that last line!
I agree, brilliant last line!
there is an art here
my old father skimming stones
his waves still go on
What a brilliant image, jer.
This is just so wonderful!
In the foggy twilight of her eyes, youth lurks
A dream kept hidden in a breath
Stories leave traces on the skin
shadesofgreen.bsky.social
That’s skin-shiveringly good, Susan. The idea of stories leaving traces on the skin…
Every seed, no matter how small
Touched by nature, and love
Creates waves, as it grows.
Beautiful!