Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to:

Dew drops glide across your silken folds,
delicate petals of pink turn dark at the watery touch.
The heaviness of moisture plumps your inner pistils,
preparing you for the entrance of pollen laden bees.

Spring in its glorious renewal, its decadent nascency,
guides all creatures; flora, fauna, two legged and more to join in the joyful chaos that precedes
and proceeds the creation of life.

Each drenched petal surrenders into its release,
floating demurely on the breeze, rising and falling
before gently tumbling into the arms of the Earth,
a sweet, recognizable scent permeating its berth.

Operation Quack was in place, the team at the ready. The baited pram expertly modified to attract any vanilla, non-chocolate perpetrators within. This sting was set and would work, this time. Investigator Donald blew his duck whistle.
“Go!”

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

My poem “Some of my Favorite Things” has been published by Silver Birch Press today in response to their request for submissions to their my favorite things series. Thank you Melanie and Silver Birch Press. To read my poem please go here:

spillwords.com/concert-at-sea/

Thank you Dagmara at Spillwords.com for your continued support and encouragement!

How can it be
that you can’t be with me

Is it a matter of choice
or just blind circumstance

Am I so much less than
that I can’t find a true love

Someone to love me for me
and not just a weekend freebie

How can it be
That I can’t just say no

A string I can not tether
an albatross around his neck

A person who despises
being apart the same as me

One who declares
all the love in his heart

Who isn’t still seeking
that which is home waiting right now

If the fates were different
if time didn’t move so fast

Perhaps it would be me
in your loving arms at last

Pat my head
said he to all
Then from this bridge
you will not fall

Fail to heed
this bit of advice
and down you go
under the ice

If you are
one of the lucky few
Rub my tummy
to see what I’ll do

Should you hear
a jingle in my pockets
Reach inside then
and choose a lucky locket

Open it carefully
but beware
You could get lucky or be caught
forever in my snare

Silver tears drip from clouds
lined in the same
The trance of a dream
faint within the
fading embers

A moment only
a bare remembrance
of how it was to
run free to run wild
no chain to bind my neck

I dip into a place
wracked with pain
Steeped in betrayal
and deceit
from all sides

My soul lain bare
by the trim of life
Movement brings agony
breath begets sorrow
The end a glimmer of release

To know love is to know hate and accept both equally.

In response to Martha Kennedy’s RDP FRIDAY! BLACK AND WHITE prompt.