#TLT - Nov 28, 2024
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: bud
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?
#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?
We also nominate for awards, including Best of The Net. All submissions are considered for publication in our print mag. For more weekly inspiration, check out 100 Word Wednesday, too.
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9 thoughts on “#TLT – Nov 28, 2024”
You saw roses, rubies and radical
I felt the prick of the thorns, crimson and cardinal
A matter of perspective then, isn’t it?
the canopy unfolded
given grace – the maelstrom – space
in the detritus in the self
@petruviljoen.bsky.social
A blush of color on stems bereft;
a future promised by Nature’s breath;
a delicate resistance to Death.
Beautiful, Lee.
Blackened from an unrelenting frost
Wing clipped, shattered before the blooming
Today is for those we refuse to blink away
Oh my goodness, Susan, I love that. So powerful. ‘Blackened’ and ‘shattered’ have an explosive sound to them.
The ancient oak
bewildered by
new life.
@ewanandsmith
You’ve grown so good at avoiding the just happy ridiculous
soft vulnerable pinkness
Don’t worry you’ll grow back, there’s always time always another –
bookstodon.com/@catfoxbirdperson
This day, a blur of too many lost seasons
Struck down before the bloom
Missing the ones who forgot to say goodbye
shadesofgreen@bsky