Prompt for Hour Twelve – Text Prompt Closets are a big deal inside a house, but also metaphorically. One can be in the closet, or come out of it, for example, But they are also places of safety and joy for small children, or where…

Cleaning out my mother’s townhome assisted living came grudgingly – terminology I use on charitable days cleaning out the tidy home of a certified and fully anointed packrat was less time-capsule discovery more bafflement at later-in-life finds At the far end of her walk-in closet…

Hour Twelve Pause and reflect for cause and effect. They ask me to wait as I watch the hands of a clock hold time more than I have been- no rush, just wait biding my time in the midst of rhyme They tell me, “Wait.”…

The closet in the room once held the dresses Zack refused to wear Of course, he was a little girl then but had I known then what was going on, he could have been spared some amount of grief   Once he opened the closet…

It was a closet, but not just any closet The wall at the back was fake And you could push it to the side If you knew the special way Behind the wall were treasures Stacked up decades high Shelves and shelves of memories Were…

Bolero does something to me when it plays I am un-Ravelled resting my head upon my father’s knee soothed and calmed at peace with the monster that lives in me. The lilting tune, the rustle of drums edge this old heart like that striped shirt in…

White blends with black Lines like flags atop the sea Eyes peek in a stare The brush dances, twists and curves A seamless burst of beauty  

Walls of glass, Doors of iron, Nothing can keep me from you. Screams of fear, Tears of shame, Nothing can make me forget. Splintered wood, Deafening silence, Nothing could prepare me. The deafening silence, From the tears of shame, Break through the glass walls. And…

Hour Eleven How many grains of sand on a beach? How many minds can one teach? How many atoms make up this land? How often should each soul lend a hand? How many leaves fall in the autumn? How many have been beaten down by…

Mandala Each fiber is woven and intricate Each strand in tandem with the next Individuality that joins together A band of sisters, standing as one A simplistic beauty, measured by a dream A dream of art, the gift of life That measures the test of…