My latest in the Three Line Thursday poetry contest. Three lines, 10 words max each line and in response to the above photo.
whittle me down to my essence, and
I’m nothing more than something whose growth is unseen,
only my losses permeate the cloudy mosaic.
that’s beautiful. sums up the pic wonderfully
Wow, thank you!
Always love reading your poems for TLT!
Thanks, Grace, I love writing them!
Love it. A strong piece.
My attempt:
Against grey, it aspired to greatness,
a monarch of trees, an artist’s feast; an artist itself.
A hundred tiny brushes painted nothing into the sky.
Thanks, Travis! And lovely last line there.
thanks! 🙂