Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #164 Prompt Word: WING
In exactly 44 Words
posted by whimsygizmo

Just wing it
go with the flow
Don’t fight the system
just take it slow

Fly with the wind
not against
Then you’ll belong
never just a guest

Who wants consistency
or mundane stability
Open your wings and fly
only you have the ability

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Without my garden
I would be empty and lost
Flowers revive me

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Wonder what it would have been like
to have had the choice to do or be something legendary and special? Not to have failed so miserably in school, to have had the chance to change the flavor and style of my adulthood before it became too late to shake off and break the binding visages of the past.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, to pretend to be a famous songstress about to perform in front of thousands of exuberant fans. A confident, gifted singer who walks
onto a multi-faceted stage with the deep knowledge and acceptance that she truly is special.

I wonder what that would have been like?

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to RDP (Ragtag Daily Prompt) word PARTNER posted by Phillip Knight Scott

Juggling partner’s is a magical feat
few if any actually achieve
Polyamory at its best can only behest
goodwill when truth and trust
and knowledge prevail

One can love two and two
can love three and so on from there
A family of three consenting their undying love and devotion sweeps it
away if one goes completely astray

This dynamic of three or four
and sometimes more is not for everyone in fact few
Most look at them and frown want
them thrown out of town

Never understanding what true love
being a partner entails