Lost Thoughts

I can remember things

The order is a question

It’s  not egg vs chicken 

Far more important, maybe

Details are what debate form

Insight is hindsight somehow

If tomorrow changes are we sure?

History is a trend not reality

We look to what futures hold

We watch the hands not fingers

I will  awake wondering  if 

But I hope to remember 

Smart Wheat

Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Four

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it. I can’t guarantee I’ll get round to updating the round-up later than that.
  • Have fun.

They laughed when the salesman told them at the peak harvest time the wheat would summons the tractor.   In a bit of horror and awe, the villagers looked on as a farmerless tractor harvested the wheat field. 
Noone asked about the farmerthat wasn’t there anymore. 

    Unpredictable – An Ode to Auto Correct 

    <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unpredictable/">Unpredictable</a>

    An Ode to Auto Correct 

    You know my thoughts

    Betsey then I coups every how

    I air you're cosign

    Of o ever were me

    Yous new that for my son's

    Twisted Torah taped to preventing

    How I Better Lyle wormy you now

    Newberry lame me alone to my toughness

    Fatah audio codify


    You know my thoughts

    Better than I ever could 

    I adore your vision

    If I ever were mute 

    You’d bt there for my song

    Treasured thoughts twisted to perfection 

    How I couldn’t live without you now

    Never leave me alone with my thoughts 

    Dearest Auto correct

    The Other Face


    My eyes see your eyes.
    I see the contours.
    Outlines defining your mask.
    Flesh yet plastic
    Real in only time
    Suspect in everything else.
    Which one is known
    Love of a ghost
    Temporal memories
    Hopes, dreams of paper
    Your gaze, match stick
    Smolding to ash
    I see another face
    Is this one real?