Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Far away into the night
they traverse together
enjoying the sites

Companionable silence
erupts into fights before stillness
once more rides the roads

One in his world of earthly delights
the other immersed in electronic respite
so close together so very far apart

Two ships in a storm
not passing not moving
tangled together by histories anchor

Neither willing to break the old mold
afraid of ruining a lifetime of work
while leaving the lonely one at home

Follow me said minor a to minor b
together we can make a middle c
we’ll strum along each silvery string

We’ll scrape off the dust
we’ll all start fresh
no longer remote no longer moody

Let the magic follow
slippery as candles wax
and write a misty song

Very excited to announce my piece, “I am Santa Claus” has been chosen for inclusion in the ‘Christmas at Spillwords’ collection.

Here are the details for its publication:

“I am Santa Claus” will be published on 12/24/24 at 12:00 AM Eastern Time (ET).

You will be able to view my piece at the following link once it goes live:

https://spillwords.com/i-am-santa-claus/

Many thanks to Spillwords Press and Dagmara K. for their continued support and encouragement.

Very happy to announce my poem “Ocean Dancing” has been accepted for publishing in Heron Clan XII by The Heron Clan group, J. Doug Stuber and The Living Poetry Group. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement!

The scent of you
on my sheets
Lingers subtly
after you’re gone

The memory of you
smiling at me
Creates a longing
to see it again

The sight of what
you built for me
A surge of pride
passes through me

The sounds of music
left behind by you
Caresses my soul
thankful for the gift

The taste of your bounty
prepared perfectly
Eases the hunger
sustains the body

The touch of your hand
holding my hand
Carefully guiding
ever supporting

The scent of you
on my pillow
Lingers taunting
now that you’re gone

In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #684

She would not release her human,
though she was now one of the fallen.
He was handsome and captivating and hers,
the shrieks of the pack would not dissuade her.

The howl broke through her reverie,
her breath scattered leaves to drift in the wind.
Her anger festers within her chest,
until she can no longer contain her ire.

Now is the time to assert her true self,
now is when she will reveal what she can do.
Today is the day when four legs become two,
tomorrow she and hers will prevail.

Reach for the stars,
no one ever said.
Reach for the moon first,
myself said to me.

In the far away distance,
and sometimes out-of-sight,
Luna rises high above,
taunting sightless eyes.

Hands clutch Her glowing rays,
open holding nothing.
Fingers illuminated in the night,
touch everything.

Elusive as a hummingbird,
in a summer breeze,
Impermanent as a single snowflake,
in the warmth of spring.

Reach for a dream,
in broad daylight.
Reach for the stars,
there’s none up there.

Nighttime’s heaven glitters,
with beautiful promises.
Daytime steals their reality,
hiding them all away.

Today I felt old,
really old,
truly old,
For the first time.

I was treated old,
feeble and
demeaningly old,
Looking out from the inside.

Yesterday I was young,
so very young,
unknowingly young,
Bright future ahead.

To know my worth,
without derision,
without remorse,
To be the person I am meant to be.

Today I give thanks
for what was
for what is
Thanks for what might have been.

A tattered garden lays frayed
beyond redemption, beyond salvage
Spirits rustle curled brown leaves
their stories belonging to the past

History hungers for the future
devouring the tattered remnants of the present
Flowers raised by a loving female body
no longer rise beside her walk

Deep beneath the rich, loamy soil
seeds sown long ago
Await the warmth and care of another
sleeping until tomorrow

I am very excited to learn that my essay, My Uncle the Fisherman has been accepted for publication in The Bangalore Review! Unknown publishing date at this time. Whoo hoo!