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#TLT - June 16, 2022
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life… #TLT – June 16
Three Line Thursday is BACK as a lovely addition to the blog here at Ink In Thirds. I would like to encourage you to spread the word and enter weekly.
Also, if you have a Twitter handle include it below your submission.
prompt word: yellow
what
Write something that will move us! Inspired by the photo above. Post your poem in the comments and comment on others!
Let’s keep it about the words
- Brevity is Key
- 10 words MAX per line
- 3 Lines
- No Titles
- DO NOT include the prompt word
when
A new prompt will appear on the blog each Thursday at 12 am EDT.
where
Post your entries in the comment box of the current week's prompt post.
why
We are all about fostering healthy habits of creativity and connections.
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? #TLT - June 16
Use your imagination. Poetry, Haiku, Senryū, Free Verse, Prose, Flash all are welcome. (Please no graphic use of excessive profanity or overtly disturbing mental images. Let’s use common sense.)
One word per line, fine. Ten words per line (max), fine. As long as it fits in the comment box in three-line format, it counts. Simple, right?
Read other entries and comment. This will be a positive forum for feedback!
love and ink,
grace black
11 thoughts on “#TLT- June 16”
we plunged
a spoon into rippling citrus
frozen cream
The sun was a summer dress
the sky was cloudless blue
And my eyes blinking in the yellow light
sunflower fields
drenched in sunlight
memories linger as bright
https://pviljoen.wordpress.com/2022/06/16/yellow-for-ink-in-thirds/?preview=true
dandy lion burning bright, roar this summer
with your golden light—buttercup, tormentil, bird’s foot trefoil,
whin and broom flowers, scatter joy with your glowing hours
@feclarkart
shades of dreams
those balmy nights of jazz
and mango smoothies
Oh Firdaus – I want to be there!
Yes! 🙏🏽
uncertainty in the grey chill of approaching dawn.
is that a shape? the line of a distant hill forming?
suddenly. a blazing sliver.
Beautiful, gradual buildup!
I love this – from my early morning walks, the landscape emerges at dawn is something I so love – these three lines remind me that I must get out earlier! Fab stuff 🙂
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