I’m alone on the side of the road as I watch my tire deflate I think about having a beer but by then it will be too late So waiting I sit on the ball as I really have no good seat and wait for the tow truck to arrive as I space out and look at my feet I sit and think, “there is no hope” When in the horizon I see there is tow truck coming along and it’s coming there to help me. The driver was happy to see my good seat He said he played basketball He told me he had never been beat. So I laughed and tossed him the ball.
One of my most favorite books is “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho The line I chose is: “God has a prepared path for us to follow. We just have to read the omens he has left for us.”
Upon My Shoulders
Upon the shoulders of the man there was a feeling firm he thought it was a bad omen it was his true God’s arm He didn’t know how to react for he was slightly scared All he knew was God was there and that he really cared.
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Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
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.
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.
*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.*
Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.
In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
My mind turns toward sorrow on even the sunniest of days thinking of the ashes in a cremation urn but the salt water breaks the spell the plants with all their brilliant colors connect my mind Warm hands caressing my back Able to find peace falling asleep only to wake to the fact that eternity is not real and fear of the unknown can be crippling.
The dizain gets us back in the French form domain, which as regular readers know is a favorite of mine. This particular form was a favorite of 15th and 16th century French poets, but it has also been employed in English by the likes of Philip Sidney and John Keats.