Prompts for the Fifth Hour Text Prompt Write a poem using at least 5 of the following 10 words/phrases. Still Life ~willjxn~ Upon the old oak stump is nailed a make-shift table covered with a linen scarf and— set with these: An empty wine glass…

Neighborhood hangouts used to be taverns, Legion Halls blue-collar guys perched on vinyl-slick swivel stools Community nowadays revolves around coffee shops, breweries a distillery that serves lavish concoctions Everything sounds the same every space a twist on mod, industrial décor galvanized steel with overtones of…

Why are we afraid to sign up as number one on a piece of paper, first reader in a setting? A coffee shop, library, reading, or celebration. Why are we so shy to start the race for others to follow? We are easily remembered as we…

We never talked about it but I hear the blame was mine and only mine. Like you had nothing to do with it too. Keep spinning that lie to anyone who will listen if it makes you happy- I get it. Shred my reputation If…

I sat on my bed just me and my thoughts wasn’t sure what I’d do after my shot. hit play to watch a sitcom then out of nowhere, you came along. I sat and cried when I reminisced that you died. I watched your friends…

Sat by the pavement at a chic Champs-Elysees Cafe, reading a hardback, emptying my wine glass while munching some cheddar cheese. I’m knitting a plot for a romance novel set in war-torn Ukraine. To nail down that plot, I’ll now get out my laptop from…

Window to another dimension thrills my earthly soul. Window high enough to see my destiny into space. Elements of earthly structures covered with lacey vines. Eyes see into the future–escapes realities view. Newness of perspective carries pastels blue and white hue. It’s a picture of…

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…

What does it mean to be truly free Retreating into reverie Or visiting a favorite memory Some place far away from here   I find myself under the willow tree That lived across the street Laying in the grass, the wind dancing across my face…

We are speeding toward a space of disaster jittery white knuckled skittish with our genetics overwhelmed longing for a moment’s rest to catch a breath to sit under an oak tree with a satchel of hardbacks describing mindfulness with some cheddar cheese wine and perhaps…