Simply 6 Minutes: Snow!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

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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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Simply 6 Minutes: Snow!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Source

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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Simply 6 Minutes 14th June

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Christine at Stine Writing is our host and her picture this week is this:
Image courtesy art-sheep.com/24-of-rob-gonsalves-most-beautiful-optical-illusion-paintings/
Under the stars of winter
Watched over by trees of the night,
Few would ever see her,
As she snuggled down under the light.
Wrapped in the coolness of evening
A glow shining above her head,
Gentle, relaxed in her breathing,
She lays in a snow laden bed.
This ice maiden deeply sleeping,
No torturous dreams to bear,
Safe in the Spiritual Keeping
Of warm arms that truly care.
By morning the snow may have vanished,
Her soul takes its place high above,
Life as she knew it replenished,
She is now a star filled with love.

97 words.

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Simply 6 Minutes 14th June

pensitivity101

Christine at Stine Writing is our host and her picture this week is this:
Image courtesy art-sheep.com/24-of-rob-gonsalves-most-beautiful-optical-illusion-paintings/
Under the stars of winter
Watched over by trees of the night,
Few would ever see her,
As she snuggled down under the light.
Wrapped in the coolness of evening
A glow shining above her head,
Gentle, relaxed in her breathing,
She lays in a snow laden bed.
This ice maiden deeply sleeping,
No torturous dreams to bear,
Safe in the Spiritual Keeping
Of warm arms that truly care.
By morning the snow may have vanished,
Her soul takes its place high above,
Life as she knew it replenished,
She is now a star filled with love.

97 words.

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Time to get up!: Compilation 06/14/2022

If the truth be told and I don’t really lie
my heart wasn’t in it, I wanted to die
I declined the chance which might have been bad
it was an opportunity I never have had
Until I found out later that day
with dawn and then twilight dimming the way
my fears could diminish and vanish for good
If I conflated my lives with a twist of my mood
I was only a chicken with white, softish wings
the dawn of a new day was really my thing
so I sucked up my fear and used what I had
And found waking up early wasn’t that bad.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 06/14/2022


Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

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https://art-sheep.com/24-of-rob-gonsalves-most-beautiful-optical-illusion-paintings/


*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

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Squid vs. Man: Compilation 06/13/2022

Once upon a time
while a man sat by his boat
his wife, she and her book,
read in a tent, inset in her coat

Little did they know
there’s a squid up by the boat
With slimy tentacles
That seemed like they could float

Squid didn’t want to filch
and end this silly game
he wouldn’t be the champion
He wanted all the fame

The man he sat and ate
a bowl of cereal on his dock
listening for the crackling
of rice crispies as they popped.

The man saw a big splash
and the squid swam away fast
knowing that the volume
of the water wouldn’t last.

The water people came
and emptied out the lake
they had to find the squid
He’s gross for heaven’s sake!

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Our Time Together: Compilation 06/12/2022

Sit right down and don’t be shy while stories I do tell
I’ll catch my breath, you hold on tight, then feign a dizzy spell
We’ll run real fast to placate friends who wait on down the road
We pat a dog and pet a cat, then kill a nasty toad
Mysterious men walk on by and influence my tale
And here we are too far apart, my whispering will fail
I talk of thirst and food for thought, potato chips and dip
you think of praxis testing for a job on a cruise ship
I try to share my chain of thought but then I see you stop
You say you have an aching pain and feel like you might drop
I tell you first that we must go and then you follow me
Under stars and the bright moon we walk and then we see
Subscribing to a healthy way of eating is the best
Drink your water and I drink mine and in a pit we rest
Now when we stop you will say you cannot stand my charm
I smile slight and bring you home, I never meant you harm
I hand you now a blossoming flower with its roots
to grow in your own garden for the tree to bear you fruits
We make up then and laugh a lot of what we had just done
and realize we’re still good friends and it was all in fun.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry

A Letter A Week – K

Nope, Not Pam is the host of “A Letter A Week” and this week is K. https://nopenotpam.com/2022/06/12/a-letter-a-week-k/

Place – Krakow

Emotion – keen

Adjective – knockout

Verb – keep

My animal – Kiwi

In a land so far from me
a place called Krakow holds my roots
A knockout lady keen on men
Her lover wearing army boots
He keeps her safe and loves her much
Their world will surely shift
When Hitler comes to get them all
and Kiwi birds are silly gifts.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Why Does It Have To Be This Way?

Definitely worth reading!

Filosofa's Word

We in this nation, around the globe in fact, are so divided that families have crumbled, friendships dissolved like a candy in hot water, marriages and even parent-child relationships gone in a blink of any eye.  Is this really who we are, or are we being led toward one side or another by those whose self-interest far outweighs their concern for us.

While yes, I know there are ideological differences between people based on their ‘order of values’, but beyond those relatively minor details, it seems that it should all be so simple.  For example … I cannot imagine a single human on this planet who wouldn’t grieve for the 19 children murdered in Texas last month, who wouldn’t do anything in their power to stop such a thing from ever occurring again.  And yet … we are so divided on who can own what types of guns and how…

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