Like waterfall mist – tears imbue my soliloquy.
Overflowing my hollowed heart – like a music box
of memories – as I slip into soft, sweet melancholy…
Joining in Grace Black’s TLT Throwback – Four, as I just couldn’t resist this photograph.
Prompt: Destination. 3 lines, 10 words max per line…
Photo by Matt Adamik
Amid earthshine on the barren desert floor, we tango, hesitant
but sure. We hook, caress and incline, pivot and glide,
and sweep until, spent, we slip into night’s yearning penumbra…
My Three Line Thursday prose…30 words, 10 per line max…what can you say about the photo?
© Philip Harris
Trembling fingers trace my parched lips –
her tears, winter’s dew.
And time’s fleeting braid uncoils…
My Three Line Thursday prose…30 words, 10 per line max…what can you say about the photo?
© Natalie Bowers
When desire glistens deep inside your searching eyes
And your wanton lust and searing soul roam the room
I will be the one who engages your heart…
My Three Line Thursday prose…30 words, 10 per line max…what can you say about the photo?
Matt Adamik
Hope blazed with fire and flame, a thousand wishes,
and a plethora of dreams. And she pitched them
all on the wings of a shooting star…
A short piece for Three Line Thursday and Matt Adamik‘s gorgeous photo.
Photo Source F. E. Clarke
My soul whispers and my heart beats slow…
Shivers spread and ice tightens,
but a sure flame flickers deep within, yearning for escape…
A short piece for Three Line Thursday‘s prompt…
Matt Adamik Photography
Consumed by frigid winter’s gust, lost amid cold’s blizzard,
I call… His answer reaches frozen bones, wakes my soul.
And I brace – for love’s blazing bonfire torch…
A short flash of flame for Three Line Thursday…
Matt Adamik Photography “Thor’s Well” Cape Perpetua Oregon
Your caress builds in a surge of waves, a groundswell of passion,
and white horses dance amid the surf of your desire,
and I am lost, utterly consumed…
Week Eleven of Three Line Thursday and a great photo prompt from Matt Adamik…take a look at the other interpretations.
Gidget Bates
Fear me! For the dreams that whirled within my head,
that fell abandoned beneath your tread,
rise now from ash with phoenix dread!
Week eight of Three Line Thursday and another prompt.
David Shakes
Moments of feathered ice and crystal shards
cut through reality’s silver blur.
Yet still, oblivion descends, and I lose my fragile grip…
A short three line flash for Three Line Thursday…
The Last Krystallos 