Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Ragtag (RDP) Sunday Prompt
hosted by drkottaway:
TRUE LOVE – What that means to you.

Lifting a dog weighing over
one hundred pounds
racing to the vet
to save her
TRUE LOVE

Waiting for someone far away
who may come sooner
or may not come at all
because he’s worth the wait
TRUE LOVE

Listening to a daughter
ravaged by mental illness
alcoholism and drug addiction
repeat herself on the phone
TRUE LOVE

Remaining hopeful and hoping
beyond hope that an estranged son
will one day see through
perceived pain and come home
TRUE LOVE

Standing firm beside a friend
facing a life riddled with disease
pain and mortifying debilitation
remaining joyful and supportive
TRUE LOVE

And not purchasing a BB gun to dissuade a very hungry bunny
from decimating a garden full
of beautiful flowers to fill his tummy
Definitely TRUE LOVE

I am honored to announce that my poem, Season of Change has been accepted for publication in the

North Carolina Bards Poetry Anthology 2023 published by Local Gems Press in late August or September of 2023!!

Thank you so much to The North Carolina Bards Poetry Review Team

Maddie and

Bards President: James P. Wagner (Ishwa)

Tiny sparks
like flames of life
Die in the night air

Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Variegated Hosted by Sue W and GC

Deep within the damp shallow grave
the Seer’s inner gaze
watched a finger twitch

Her vision dim and the call
of her spell shattered words
split into silence by fear

Fractured images mingled together
drifts of newly dug earth shifted
a scream and her creations emerged

I love to rock
it soothes my soul
back and forth
forth and back
Then do it again and again

Slow or fast
sometimes in-between
sitting way up front
or curled into the back
It doesn’t much matter to me

I rock in the morning
I rock at night
I rock in the evening
and at dawn’s first light
Often I rock myself to sleep

I’m an old woman now
not much more to be said
except now I can rock
morning, noon and night
And no one can complain about that!

Summer heat beating down
scorching young leaves
turning green grass brown

Flowers turn their face to the rays
only to droop and gradually fade
just past the hot midday

Birds take to the safety of trees
their little wings held out
trying to cool in the warm breeze

Crickets chirp and frogs sing
even before the dusk rolls in
hoping a cool night they’ll bring

Cats and dogs alike seek shade
waiting for owners return
from school and work for the day

I stand beneath the old Palm Tree
breathlessly waiting for you
to return from a turbulent sea

Another rainstorm without you
far away in another land
in another life
with others

Happy people surround you
love a side of you
I will never know
in this life

Memories assault my weariness
rain pounding the camper roof
the sound melodious and raw
as we lay together

Lightening and thunder
form an impenetrable wall
blocking out the world
outside us

Too soon the tempest ended
the time of your leaving came
a kiss a goodbye
and you were gone

Another thunderstorm without you
rain slashes the shingled roof
thunder rocks misty windows
I lay alone and listen

In response to
bushboy’s Ragtag Daily Prompt –
Thursday word: Vitiated

My flowers have bloomed
there’s barely any room
so full and luscious they are

After watering them last night
I wound the hose up tight
slipped into my bed to sleep

Bright morning had come
a warm summer day sun
to go out and enjoy my new buds

Oh horror and dismay
to find my garden in disarray
not a single flower bud in sight

My garden’s abominated
each stem and bud vitiated
a silly rabbit the one to blame

One more day is all I ask
to tend my sweet flowers
Complete my garden tasks

Watch them grow another day
to see their blazing colors
This mantra I do pray

Make sure the luscious soil
stays nicely moist
Watering my lovely cinquefoil‘s

To hear the bees all around
bouncing flower to flower
Singing their happy bee sounds

Shoo the wild squirrel’s
out from my bedded bulbs
Their bushy tails unfurled

Pull errant unsightly weeds
beneath the plants they hide
Apologizing for the need

Seedlings need transplanted
their pots have grown too small
For this I must be granted

Just one more day I implore
to gaze upon my garden
Or perhaps even a little more!