Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Sultry Dreams
Prompt words – neath blissful pale skies silhouettes unite sultry dreams splendidly serene

‘Neath the blissful skies of paradise
palm trees dance in serene synchronicity
sultry as an Arabian belly dancer
moving silently to and fro

Their silhouettes unite in rhythm
to the oceans steady beat
pale fronds sway softly in my dreams
splendidly they call me home

Sun sets on the horizon
golden rays hug the shore
this is where I long to be
for now and ever more

Across the plains they travel
for a brief taste of the glorious
holy waters in the valley
where it rained

The weeping of the people
beats a rhythm throughout the land
Upon reaching that cradle
where the veins of life began

To find the lush and fragrant forests
leveled to the ground
and the seas were all despoiled
the sky a gray no longer cerulean blue

A long and arduous journey taken
to a land that held no promise
With a sad sigh they bid farewell
their journey continues on

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Cadence

I’m happy to announce that I have also had my poetry accepted into this lovely anthology! Bartholomew has done such a wonderful job of promoting “CADENCE” that I’m taking the liberty of reblogging my friend’s post. Thank you Bartholomew! 🙏

Holy Water

Clear holy water
languid and cold
Touched to a babes head
to keep the shadows away

Birds cross through
a silver cloud
a hallowed opening
to spark hope to all within

The magic of the moment
the tightly woven love
The sweet sound of bird song
rings that truth will come again

Lights turned off
except the softly glowing
porch light over the front door

Neighbors houses are dark
those that are home
and those that are rarely home

The streetlights are on
the ones that still work
are far away from the house

A rabbit rustles in the garden
I’m too tired to shoo it away
so very very tired

Some dogs bark in agitation
but they are distant
and past the point of annoyance

My own dogs lift their heads
listen intently and with a silent cue
lower their heads as one back to sleep

The dishwasher hums quietly
in the background as the kitchen
was put to sleep hours ago

One half of the works is asleep
my dogs and kitchen sleep
my neighbor rests in sweet slumber

I lay awake hour upon hour
waiting for the magic of repose
that never comes – to me

One o’clock in the morning
heart is lonely and sore
Been in this state of sadness
since you walked out of the front door

Head is reeling my heart is just full
of feelings I just can not ignore
I’ve tried to put you out of my mind
each time I do you come back for more

Day is finally breaking
light is cleaning up the dark
Shredded remnants of blackness
linger in the sky to leave their mark

Morning pushes the carcass
of another night spent alone
Into the realm of what could be
waiting to hear your voice on the phone

(For Miss Brenda)

Just around the corner
is a little white house
Inside but usually outside
a white haired lady putters about

Her blue eyes twinkle
and her pink lips smile
She always ask everyone
if you can stay a while

Her house is a hodgepodge
of lovingly crafted things
From a fence made of bottles
to an old porch swing

The trees in her yard
so elegant and strong
Planted long ago now
each has its own story song

If you listen well
and if you listen hard
You can hear their whispered tales
across her wide windswept yard

Wind chimes tinkle
with happy jubilee
While you sit a while
and hear of how it used to be

Dear Gypsie-Ami,

Just a quick note to let you know your poetry will be published on The Short of It/I Write Her on 6/14/24. It will go live at Midnight. Feel free to share this post with your friends or on social media.

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Have a great day!
Susi Bocks
Editor-in-Chief
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