Hour 5

Oh, see the sun- flower grow into the slant of your smile. Knit me a jumper two sizes too big so I can rise up to my existence, fill up the space that once was my self-doubted weeds growing through cracks in the pavement. I…

Rocks * Magnets * Sunflowers

Rocks*Magnets*Sunflowers                                             Hour Five    10 word list prompt   He came home for the funeral; things looked much as when he had been there…

Hour 5: The Old House

Look at you now with greying wood the once vibrant paint stripped of color by time and chisel rain   The garden now brambles has returned to seed as a buffet for the crows   I remember you, old friend— canary yellow with a porch…

Hour 5 – Friendship

Hour 5 – Friendship   The space in front of the great Oak tree was right for Laura and Tanya. There they laid the blanket, resting as they emptied their Picnic box.   Cheddar cheese and crackers, two wine glasses, generously poured. laughing and enjoying…

Hour Five: Solitude

Solitude (Hour Five) Evening falls cruelly as she sits by the window gazing through a gauzy sheer curtain at the unkempt garden below, where a  gangly tangle of sunflowers bend their heads toward earth as the sky darkens and shadows fall across the pavement just…

Melody on Wool (Hour 5)

I had a roommate once she had skin like caramel and she liked to tell us stories   One day after dinner we asked why she’d rather sit on the pavement to knit while we drowned our sorrows in wine   She smiled like the…

5th Hour; Street Child

I am a child of the universe I saunter around, every *pavement* is my home, A learning board around my neck And a *satchel*, filled to brim with my treasures; A *wine glass* to remember to say, “cheers’ to any situation A block of *cheddar…

Hour 5- Alexa, where is God?

“Where do you think God is?”, he asked her laughingly, As he moved to rest his chin on his folded arm on the couch. She sighed and said, “You have until my nails dry for this talk.” “I think God is the magic of all…

knock out

Someone tasted out the wine After a big blooter over their mind Brittles anger over wineglass Became emptied, the pockets were punctured Whose hands are broken? Over that pavement stamped it with a nail on it It’s a hardback issue to those footsteps Roaming here…