Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

My garden
my oasis
my refuge
from life

Life giving
life renewing
life saving
natural delight

Breath of fresh air
breath of Earth’s gifts
breath of cleansing perfume
flowery essence

Soil of the Mother
soil of the Creator
soil of the ages
enriches the soul

Rain sustains
rain nourishes
rain restores
washes away decay

Sun bring change
sun brings sustenance
sun brings color
bursting opulence

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

A time of cheer
and to decorate
hearth and home
No hearth you say?
No worries at all,
now you can purchase
one on eBay!

Unbox the lights
old ones and new
Either or both
tangled tight
as a screw!
Blinking or not
whatever is one to do?

Multi-colored brightness
full of rainbow delight
Maybe clear bulbs instead
turning the landscape to
a glowing pearly white
Virgin snow or sweeping sand
dunes to make everything right!

This creaky aged body
must fight for every move
each step is a torment
walking a laborious chore
I think I’ll just wait
until this time next year
to decorate!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Loneliness
Extended loneliness
Leads to absolute emptiness

A longing
A pain so deep so dark
It obliterates all there is

Or was with an invisible silent
Internal explosion removing
The loneliness completely

Leaving chambers full
Of desolating vacancy
Harboring the pervading vacuum

Of feeling
Of loneliness
Welcome is the emptiness

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to –
Reena’s Xploration Prompt #258
Word: CESSPOOL

It’s a whirling, swirling cesspool of power hungry, greed possessed individuals purporting to represent and fight for the liberty and rights of those who voted them into positions of great and small importance.

Circling towards the center vortex in pursuit of fame, fortune and control, just like a tornado or water spout, tsunami or cyclone. These forces collapse, leaving waste and debris in the wake of what began as good intentions, but becomes corrupted by the very power they seek. Leaving behind a cesspool of spoils reeking of lies, wrong doings and evil intent.

To clean the cesspool, it must be drained completely and refilled from the bottom up with fresh representatives. Then, it’s purity must be nurtured, protected and rewarded to instill and protect its integrity. Lest our leaders become nothing but a pond of dirty water once again that needs to be thrown out, once again.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Open eyes drink in the darkness
black inkiness drips from walls
invisible in the midnight morass

An unseen clock ticks away
the laborious nighttime hours
the sound reverberates down the hall

One breath then two breaths
fear constricting muscles
into cramped bunches of sinew

Gray fog lists restlessly at windows
obscuring a moon disguised
by the shadow of Mother Earth

Rising without donning electric
lights to illuminate the suffocating crepuscular of empty rooms

Crackers and milk stave off
tenebrous imaginings of creatures
starved for eventide repast

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Antiseptic fumes fill my raw nostrils
disembodied voices swirl above me
Television commercials blare in unison
leaking from the doorways of untold rooms

Beeps and buzzers assault my ears
rubber heeled medical personnel
dart in and out their squeaky stampede
heralding the advancing doom

Chest tightens breath leaves my lungs
with no return intake or relief
Silent screams resonate in my head
the ceaseless nightmare continues

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Charli Mills and Carrot Ranches November 14, 2022: Story Challenge in 99 Words
Prompt Word: LIE

As a child, I began to write. I fashioned myself to be the next Mark Twain or Hemingway. I constantly had pencil and paper, diaries and journals. I learned early on, to stop showing him my poetry and prose. My father told lies. His remarks snuffed out my confidence.

“You’ll never be a writer. Not possible!” He’d say, tossing my papers up in the air.

I’m now sixty-four years old and guess what? I’m not a Mark Twain or a Hemingway but I am, an author and a poet. Be careful telling someone what they can not be!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Age does not negate beauty
though the colors have changed
faded some – brighter too
Look deeper and you can see

The hues may be different
transposed to a vibrant imbue
or a sultry subtle tone
A rainbow of life’s adventures

Perhaps youthful no longer
they are so very much stronger
this palette honed to perfection
For one so disposed to predestination

When next you pass an elder by
not sparing a glance or a little hello
stop for a moment and remember
There too someday you will go

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Silence is calm
after a storm filled night
Silence is comfort
following a nights delight

Silence is hurtful
after months of conversing
Silence is a sign
of interest dispersing

Silence is a state
of good times and bad
Silence is a message
that someone is mad

Silence is many things
to so many people
Silence is only golden
in a church with a steeple