#TLT - Mar 6, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: frost
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
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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?
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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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16 thoughts on “#TLT – Mar 6, 2025”
A flight lands. There are reunions,
hugs, tears. There are people in cabs
their breath fogging up the windows.
Stop comparing her
to laces of ice. She is
smoking you like tar.
I love everything about this!!!!
Ice glazes over
Blocking my view
And still I long to see you
@jeffreyholst
I’m not sure why but that second sentence made me laugh out loud. Love it (smiley face!)
Window crystals are
a hundred lenses, I look out
through myopic eyes.
So Good!
I love the contrast between the sharpness of crystal and the blur of myopia.
He stored ice blocks in a cellar
in his heart;
a protection against emotion.
@ewanandsmith
Ewan, this has glorious edges and no window dressing! Perfect!
Thanks, Susan!
Darkness rises to the surface
A shroud over shattering words
Deception is a dawn without pulse
shadesofgreen@blusky.social
Such rich imagery, Susan, and pulling in all directions. Movement – but of darkness. A shattering – but covered by a shroud. Dawn – but lifeless. Love it.
We talk and keep warm together
When we stop, it freezes over
and breaks hearts, leaving us cold.
love how this speaks to the fragility of connection.
So much emotion between the warmth of the first line and shattering cold of the last.