Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Sand dune covered in sea grass
breeze blowing delicate fronds
back and forth
to and fro

Waiting

Lone surfer loitering on a sea
buffeted by gentle waves
rolling up and down
stalling then lifting again

Waiting

Tiny little chickadee upon the reed
swaying in the wind holding tightly
around and around
twisting so close to the ground

Waiting

Lonely woman walking the beach
eyes scan the horizon
no ship to be found
circles back around

Waiting

Where are you now
so far away
Unaware of my pain

Why have you gone
and left me alone
No one to call

No one to come
to my aid injured
Suffering in solitude

No one’s priority
singularity unwanted
Calls go unanswered

Where have you gone
why did you choose to
Leave me here bereft

The world grows colder
the wound gets hotter
Still there is only silence

Walk away never look back
what came before
reflects what you lacked

Your light shines bright
without friend or foe
go strong into the dark night

Fear not what you have lost
mourn for nothing gained
left behind in the frost

The road ahead barren and still
only pain to be found
behind that last hill

Walk on without looking back
preserve self love and strong will
form your own private wolf-pack

Life overflows with excesses
for some
and more is wanted

Excess leads to greed
the need to obtain extra
go higher

Augment that which
is already possessed
blinded by what is had

Ignorant of those
who have not
no supplementary

Unaware of humanities
basic deficiencies inability
to attain excessiveness

Creating chasms
broken social strictures
chaos and unrest

Excess breeds exclusivity
feeding the full
leaving the hungry –

hungry

I have bones
I have all the bones
Wolf in the house or not –

These are my bones!

In response to Stein Writing’s
Simply 6 Minutes – Challenge: 05/23/2023

I am a goldfish, I’m orange but I’m called a goldfish, instead of an orange- fish. I suppose I’d be rounder and look more like an orange from one of those green trees up on dry land. Sometimes the big, round orange fruit things roll down the hill and into the water; we all get to have some nibbles when that happens. The best part is in the middle, so I always volunteer to go last in line.

There’s nothing golden about me though. My parents had hoped for a bigger, stronger fish I think. They are trying to force me into being something I’m not by strapping this shark fin to my back. Yes, it’s also a floaty. You see, I’m a gold, orange-fish that can not swim. Every time I try, I float up to the surface on my side! I can not stay down, nor can I swim straight.

I’m told that if I can’t swim straight and become more like a shark, I will never make anything of myself. Yet, I like being a lopsided orange-fish who can’t swim straight.

Why can’t they just let me, be me?

Flew down from a tree
diseased
He lit upon my birdbath
blue

His head remained on a
swivel
Danger lurked with each manic
turn

Up and down the birds head
bobbed
Watching alertly slipping into the
pond

It dipped into the chill water and
out
Watching and listening to every
sound

Two then three dips did he
take
Shook out his tail-feathers until
dry

Away he went into a tree
diseased
Away from my lovely bird-bath
blue

(Adult Content)

Submissive heat
red hot
surrounded him

Parched from abstinence
misty past memories
engulfed him

Only the chill
of unending yearning
upset him

Distant memories
and past exploitations
haunted him

Sun shine down
on my sweet Garden
Feed my plants
help them grow

Weeds keep me nimble
pulling and prodding
Forces old joints to bend
though they do not want to

Rain fall lightly
from the sky
Brighten my flowers
make them shine

Night rejuvenate roots
sending them deep
Nourish the stems
to feed hungry leaves

Day please wake me
to the wondrous sight
My Garden greets me
fed, nourished, watered and right

In response to Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #312 – EPHEMERAL in 43 words.

Joy and love
Ephemeral
Sadness and loneliness
Forever

Stability and security and contentment
Ephemeral
Fear and singleness and discontent
Forever

Springtime and summer and warmth
Ephemeral
Disease and drought and cold
Forever

Cool ocean breezes and seagull calls
Ephemeral
Hurricanes and damage
Forever