Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to OFMARIAANTONIA’s Photo Challenge #5 FLOWER POWER

The urge overcame him. With a thunder crack loud enough to split delicate ears, a heavy wind rolled in, dark clouds swept from the sky with its intensity. Moonlight scrawled across the heavens untethered, it was the full moon.

The ritual had not been completed, he was not ready. Not prepared. His loping trample took him through the brambles meant to protect her, in the house, from him.

A slight hum enveloped him. She was singing, her lilting voice sweeter than bees honey, calling him. Calling him to her. He waited, preparing to leap on her the moment she drew closer.

Spring is here! Spring is here!
Little budding flowers cheer,
their heads pop up from meadows fair
a colorful frenzy everywhere.

Pink and yellow, red and white,
such a magnificent colorful sight,
stemlike necks lift to full height,
as fragile petals dance in delight.

A friend to them is the rain,
never are the buds afraid,
deeply rooted they stand tall,
beautiful flowers until the Fall.

That’s when budding flowers grown,
drop their petals until all gone,
burying deep within the ground,
until next Spring they come back around.

We don’t know
life that we squander
until it’s too late

Craving a it all
a plate full of yummy
A forkful of sweetness
how bad it is for me

Never allowed
to have the main dish
Bits and pieces only
no matter my wish

To know it’s all mine
what a thoughtful delight
Not wanting to share
maybe give up on the fight

Not knowing what’s worse
a bit now and then
Or give it all up
and never have it again

Ropes bind wrists
bruised dark purple
against marble pure skin

Legs move restless
waiting for a chance to escape
the flickering candlelight

Waves of hypnotic chanting
slip into her soul
leaving an empty void behind

An ornate fan disperses incense
her pulse slows to its rhythm
her eyes close and she sleeps

Who shall ever elect the Cabinet, but the cabinet makers themselves who should of course, be the actual members of the Cabinet meant to not only advise the President of the United States but, be prepared as his acceptable emergency stand-in replacement.

In response to TWT’s 8th-Week prompt – Knight, in 20 words.

I am a poet, an author,
a photographer and a mother.
A grandmother, companion
to beloved fur-babies
and a lover.

Up late one recent evening,
being of ill health
and a raging insomniac,
I clicked upon my blog to see
what I could see.

My heart swelled as I noticed
my lover had responded
to one of my more serious poems,
to which there are very few
at times.

At that very moment,
quite opportune to be sure,
I saw someone else opened,
read and pressed like on the poem,
I assumed because he did too.

Then an astonished event occurred,
I could scarcely believe my eyes!
The person was the speediest reader
I had ever come across
never in my entire life.

Not one or two poems did he like,
but at least fifteen more
all at nearly the very same time,
I rechecked the time stamp upon them,
just to be sure.

Instead of reciprocating, and not out
of spite or angst, I removed the persons subscription, deleted his name from my list,
and removed his name from my memory.
Too many clicks mean I see you, toodle-oo!
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