Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

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Another Rob Gonslaves painting puts a grin on my face, I think I am not the only fan of his illusionary art. That doesn’t mean this will be easy and no way this sonnet will be done in 6 minutes but let’s see how it goes.

Sweet Dreams
Form: 12 Step Sonnet 2

‘Good night, my child, may all your dreams be sweet
Let the day go to shadows of the night’
Soft words whispered behind the bedside lamp
As my eyes close I feel cold on my feet
Hidden beneath sheets within the dim light
The feather soft pillows begin to feel damp
I sit up in my bed breathing the breeze
While pulling up my warm blanket of snow
I hear the rustling of white trimmed trees
And look to the light for the way…

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Simply 6 Minutes – Sweet Dreams

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Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

Sweet Dreams
Form: 12 Step Sonnet 2

‘Good night, my child, may all your dreams be sweet
Let the day go to shadows of the night’
Soft words whispered behind the bedside lamp
As my eyes close I feel cold on my feet
Hidden beneath sheets within the dim light
The feather soft pillows begin to feel damp
I sit up in my bed breathing the breeze
While pulling up my warm blanket of snow
I hear the rustling of white trimmed trees
And look to the light for the way…

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Hopes for myself (take them for you too!)

Alone with time to think of all the things once available now gone, unused now missing, hurtful yet yearned for. Knowing the things I miss do not miss me, the people that have thrown me away do not want me back, and all I have is worth so much more?

Why is it that despite all I have
I grieve things that never meant much to me?

Why is it that despite all of the good people in my life
I grieve the loss of people who don’t care about me?

May sunshine fill my eyes
May music fill my ears
May beauty fill my hands
May sweetness fill my nostrils
May Peace enter me and remain there forever.

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The Timid Man: Compilation 06/15/2022

To show off his accomplishment the awkward little man
Silenced by the opulence, a foreshadow of a plan,
burst into the sunroom to catch them by surprise
But the planned achievement earned was not his enterprise.
the mother of the baby worked to quieten her tot
while one teen sat sedated, another picked a shoelace knot
He noticed a quiet lady was swatting at some flies
Antagonist by nature or just nosey and all eyes?
He felt his plan diminish and realized in the end
That people don’t like others who are timid little men.

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Simply 6 Minutes: Snow!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

I’m glad I now live in a part of the country that doesn’t get a lot of snow. Not that we never get any: we’ve had several substantial snows since we’ve been here, the kind that keep you in for several days at a time.

We came from Chicago, where it snows on a fairly regular basis, and it wasn’t unusual to go to bed and wake up to 5-6″ of new snow in the morning. We really didn’t think much of it. In fact, it was fairly easy to sleep, because snow will suppress a lot of the noise, and ours was a particularly noisy neighborhood. When we moved to Atlanta, everyone told us “Don’t buy a snow shovel! People will know you’re a Yankee! If it snows, we just wait at home until it melts. And it usually does by the next day.” “Usually” is the operative…

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