Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Christmas is gone
six months ago
Sweltering July
working hard to push
June aside

Windows closed tight
since April or perhaps May
Summer winds blasting
south with heated intensity
Electricity mongers rejoice

The aged table still sits
beneath a cooling unit
Best suited to a yesteryear
theme park carnival ride
Water droplets drip in rebellion

There is a shelf sturdy and strong
just down from the tabletops edge
though covered with dust now it is
Neatly within gift packages reside
scotch tape yellow and curled

Boxes swathed in holiday wrap
from birthdays past to Santa’s big night
A few carry a bunny or two from when the boy
was not yet a man – and even after

The package on top
hardly dusty at all
taken from beneath
her tiny light-covered tree
now placed along with the rest

Waiting for their day to be retrieved

(Wishing a wonderful birthday month to my son. I hope you are healthy, happy and loved. I miss you. Mom)

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Time of summer
heralded by shadows
riding below
the black crow

Mist rising above a still creek
filters through kudzu
Spanish moss leaking
from gnarled branches

Within the belt of a dark forest
nestled hidden from all
save a few tested and chosen
a sentinel waits

In tandem with Di at pensitivity

After the coldness
the emptiness of nothing
Your voice though far away
garbled by distance and static
brings warmth
kindles hope

The words hang frozen
between two souls tortured
My voice in return
stilted by time
damaged by disuse
animated hurt

Misunderstanding
our misunderstandings
Each a prisoner
slave to desire
shackled by expectations
until not

If only you would
say the words
Easing my heart
feeding my soul
If only I could say
the words to you

Bunny hops across my yard
twilight creates shadows
bigger than life
Like dreams

Stops at one floral laden bush
takes a distasteful bite
spits out the sour fruit
Seeds propagate

More flower bearing plants ahead
strong legs plunge bunny forward
into thorn protruding arms
Rose bed

One bite then a painful dislodge
red petals lay upon bloody wounds
A sniff – a snort – a shake of a leg
Lesson learned

Sentinel’s standing tall
guarding the paradisiacal island
year after year into decades
through light storms and squalls

Nothing touched them at all
their roots burrowed deep
fronds spread wide against
sun wind and balmy stalls

Late on the last day of Fall
onto the beach they came
carrying machines made by men
not one could withstand the thrall

Chopping down the lovely molle
used their wood for fancy chairs
on the beach where they had stood
victims of human cabal

You have sacrificed me
in pursuit of your own happiness
Believing the one you left behind
will wait in ultimate patience

By choice you left to follow
your dream of adventure and fun
No regard for the damage
done or pain begun

Disposable I am to you
to stick around with nothing to do
But soothe a broken heart you think
to repair with a brand new start

Life with its many twists and turns more dear as it nears its end
A precious gift to be cherished
loved ones held close to the heart

You chose to cut that time short
traveled the world for new highs
Leaving emptiness filled by blight
no longer able to make things right

Sacrifice needs a good cause
make a difference make a pause
Consider what is sacrificed
is it worth losing it for life

Sacrifice – a double-edged sword

No one wins

Both are Gored

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Three storytellers stand
hand in hand
each to recite a poem
from within their head

Between each a feather
a potion to manifest dreams
along the ascending road
subconscious to reality

Morning comes
the three are gone
fond illusions
waiting for me