#TLT - Jan 9, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: emptied
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
when
A new prompt appears on the blog each Thursday at 12 am EDT.
where
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why
Foster connections and healthy habits of creativity.
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?
#TLT Use the hashtags and share on social! #comelaydownink
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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7 thoughts on “#TLT – Jan 9, 2025”
Night’s seduction sizzled our passion
lubricated with tequila slammers
By dawn you’d dulled to builders’ tea.
@TeresaRenton
Hollow spoon and vacant cup
an evil eye, returning
my stare in morning’s mirror.
@WrenDonovan
an ocean of blue—
swirling possibilities—
stirring heart’s longing
@DavidtheDreamer
(resubmitting after removing the prompt word)
You took the passion away last night
The night was blue and hollow
So is the teacup this morning.
You emptied the passion when you left
The night was blue and empty
So is the teacup this morning.
A blue tea cup.
A trace of lipstick. Sugar
still stuck to the spoon.
The blue breath of morning fills my eyes
Fresh like scattering raindrops
Love sleeps deeply beside me
shadesofgreen@blusky