It moves from East to West or so I think, but are there trajectories I don’t see?
It blazes through my psyche, burns consciousness as I struggle to make sense of it.
Back on my feet, I await another night, another soil ….. and solitude to plant the seeds of thought.
Will the seeds be blessed by sun and rain, or wither again from dawn to dusk?
Change is not what I fear, but the moody weather, fickleness of my characters and uncertainty of inspiration. Will my words grow into a book, or be content with some love on a blog?
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“Soil to plant the seeds of thought” – a wonderful image Reena
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Thank you, Lorraine!
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Your sentiments are ones I wonder as well. Great six.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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I think you have summed up quite eloquently what many of us have felt but didn’t have the words to say.
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Thank you, Pat! Glad you could relate to it.
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We do not know where the wind will blow. How i would love mine to blow longer than six sentences.
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Oh, yeah 😃😃. Thanks a lot!
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there’s the rub!
a book or a blog post… I suspect we all struggle in the hours before we hit ‘Publish’ especially here at the Six Sentence Story… how to recognize the seeds of full stories and glimpses that last 300 words.
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Hitting the Publish button can be an addiction too. We don’t want to wait after writing.
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“Back on my feet, I await another night, another soil ….. and solitude to plant the seeds of thought.” this is a very thought provoking line. Good six.
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Thank you so much!
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snow comes
rain
sleet
wet
and yet
on i go
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Most excellent.
Opening sentence is perfect just as the last ends appropriately with the primary question.
The journey is often about finding the right questions to ask.
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Thank you, Denise!
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