In response to TWT’s 8th-Week prompt – Knight, in 20 words.
A knight cloaked by the darkness of night, remains true to the knighthood or is he despoiled by the night?
Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
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Knight of Nights
A knight cloaked by the darkness of night, remains true to the knighthood or is he despoiled by the night? -
Beneath the Sea
In response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #286 posted by christina kemp Beneath the sea
in a deep blue cave
Is where the mermaids
live and play
Beside them in a larger cave
even deeper beneath the sea
Live their brethren brothers
strong and brave
Beautiful creatures are they all
human with a lovely tail
Fierce and loyal to the pod
sweet and loving without fail
Be still if you hear the Siren’s call
do not answer lest you fall
Under the spell of magic they weave
they’ll take you and keep you under the sea -
Brutally Honest
Picture courtesy of Pinterest.com 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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Habitual Axe
In response to bwarren’s The Sunday Whirl Wordle #652 The brim coated with salty intemperance
green liquid goodness simmering tempting
A first trickle of feel good to the mind
with its vast concoction of mood altering brew
As a habit goes there could be worse
but none better to keep the shadows at bay
Their secretive mumblings and cajoling
threaten the roots of my inconsistent sanity
Do not judge this nor throw unkind stones
lest karma decides that one day too
Unbeknownst to you and all involved
that awful habitual axe could fall!
Painting by Denise Wood, Fleming Island, FL Artwork available on Etsy.com
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Sails Unfurled
Beaufort River, SC Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Let sails unfurl
feel their quiet reprise
No motoring noise
to mask nature’s joy
A gentle wind billows
filling her canvas so full
Easily though they pull
her boat right on through
A gust suddenly arises
taking all by surprise
Except the good ship Leahre
who takes it all in her stride
Though the winsome waves
may chop and they may churn
Sweet little ship and her skipper
keep us safe bow to stern -
The Tease
Sleep evades night after night
it tickles my lashes
makes my lids heavy and tight
My arms weighted down by sleeps mirth
heavy with exhaustion and a long days work
I stare at them now laying across my girth
Sleep pushes and pushes
threatening nightly to give me rest
while making my legs feel like thorny bushes
The clock ticks away as I imagine white sheep
tjumping over snoring logs to stumble
rousing me from an almost sleep
Sleep dangles its soft soothing abyss
hinting at lullaby’s I would’ve liked to hear
teasing me with how much I have missed -
Mine Enemy
Photograph courtesy of Indu Bachkheti @ iStock.com Mine enemy is not my neighbor
though in truth they irritate me so
Mine enemy is not the striped bee
his yellow jacket all aglow
Mine enemy is not the jet black crow
eating my songbirds elite seed
Mine enemy is not the hovering vultures
they are hungry and also in need
Mine enemy is not the mounds of ants
burrowing tunnels beneath my grass
Mine enemy is not the blazing sun
turning my green lawn into liquid brass
Mine enemy is the turning hands
upon the ever ticking clock of time
Mine enemy is the deep dark pain
that never leaves this body of mine -
The Event
Photograph courtesy of NASA What a wondrous event our ancestors
watched just as we ourselves watch now.
To touch their minds through space and time
as we lift our eyes to the heavens.
In this moment of suspended awareness,
we become one with the universe,
Entwined in her majestic mystery
and enthralled by her grace.
The skies darken above Earth Mother,
giving respite to her churning seas, blazing deserts and shifting continents, reminding humanity that we are a part of it all –
Not the all of it. -
Inexorable
Artwork by Bianca Zilberman “Star-Crossed Lovers” How cruel is Fate
to place you mere
fingertips away
Unattainable
What manner of Providence
mechanized our meeting
only to inhibit our joining
Forbidden
Who was the Nemesis
that foresaw a love so
pure and so deep
Unreachable
Where is the Jury
that proscribed infinite
separation for soulmates
Reprehensible
Why has the Universe
doomed our rapture
and quelled our passion
Inexorable -
Man in the Flash
Photo courtesy of Pinterest.com Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s
April 2, 2024 Story Challenge in 99 Words: FLASHEarly evening mist rose from the warmth of the sea water, to dance with the cool fog descending from the sky, heavy with cloud cover.
Sunlight sparkled in the moisture laden air, golden rays arcing chaotically as they bounced among the array of diamond hued water particles, floating translucent in the air.
Alone on the pier, the myriad of colors enveloping me, I stood mesmerized by the performance, before I thought to lift my camera to my eye.
Many shots later, I reviewed the photos. I saw a specter of a man revealed by my flash, hovering, then gone.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 