By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Guard against ego
yourself and others
Focus a kind thought
on the breath of fresh air
rustling the leaves of the gentle
willow tree waiting at life’s end
Anchored in her Tree of Life pot
trust her to forgive all transgressions
Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Last on the Card – October 2022 Hosted by bushboys world
Last Photo for October 2022
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Unlike two meteors
that collide in the darkness
the nothingness of deep space
They met by choice although Fate
played a joker’s hand on that day
Her looking for love and devotion
Him looking for a distraction
someone to care for and to nurture
to use when convenient or needed
Like a sticky spiders web intricate
in its weave he enraptured her and wrapped her within his warm cocoon
Dangling from a fine silvery thread waiting for his return with wings
folded tight around her lithe form
But if the butterfly’s bed of silk
is not tended and left to dry out
the creature within withers away
The spider perpetually busy spinning
and working building himself
a strong home does not notice
No matter to the spider as butterflies
are plentiful and always looking
for a place to alight and call home
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
I watched a man today, an older man he was, walking quick as can be from the store across the parking lot to his truck where he’d left it you see.
Toddling far behind, each step
appeared laborious with no obvious nomenclature, was his wife of as many years, but much rounder in her stature.
He didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem
to mind that his wife of many untold
years, he’d left so far behind. He dropped his small shopping bag into the rear gate, slid beneath the steering
wheel where he proceeded to just wait.
The stout woman trudged along, her eyes straight ahead. Her feet seemed to lag behind the swaying of her head. She neither smiled or grimaced in her wake while she struggled on alone. Her husband of a long, long time sitting idly while she climbed into his truckish throne.
Not once did he relinquish his kingly domain to offer her assistance, this woman who bore his name. She pulled and she clambered to take her seat so high and before her belt was fastened tight, onto the highway he did fly.
Photograph by ©Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
John Steiner, the blogger behind Journeys With Johnbo, has this prompt he calls Cellpic Sunday in which he asks us to post a photo that was taken with a cellphone, tablet, or another mobile device.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Grass oh grass why do you grow
where you are unwelcome not wanted
in my flowers and sweet garden soil?
Not within the great expanse of lawn where in Spring you were sown,
no puerile carpet except in these beds.
Beds prepared for flowers and bushes
and such, are not made for rippled clumps of long verdant green blades.
The flowers are lovely I do so agree,
but their spot is theirs and the yard’s
for your waving verdurous hue.
So I must remove from my garden’s
rich loam, the small protruding
slivers of grass where it’s strayed.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
What wicked webs of deceit
we weave for love and for lust
It is not out of goodness and light
that force us to subtly deceive
The power of nature we try to control
with our laws of commitment
Lay our hands on the sacrament
pledging to that we can never sustain
We of humankind think we fool
when the fools in truth are we
To place our future in the stars
wish upon them so far away
How ignorantly wise we think we are
to slither beneath our wedding vows
While in our minds we compromise
it’s not our fault – somehow
At our twilight or maybe before
there is no way to truly foretell
The web we think we wove so well
will catch us one and all in the end
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Bring me bad today
my mood is dark
Searching for the elusive
the meanest of the sharks
Think again to defeat me
teeth and sharp claws have I
Show me your worst
I’ll scratch out your eyes
Sit me down in a restaurant
full of love and laughter alone
I won’t bend and I won’t give
all I need is my old cell phone
Loneliness leave me now
in my space with Jose Cuervo©
Mexican music loud all around
not thinking about my futuro
So bring me some bad today
I can handle anything that’s thrown
One misstep one wrong word
you’ll see how bad I’ve really grown
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Sadje’s - What do you see # 158- October 31, 2022
He left the door open! Do I stay or do I run? He might be waiting right outside, a test to see if I’ll stay. The grass is so green, the sky brilliant blue and there’s freedom right through those doors.
But, do I want freedom? He takes care of me, feeds me, keeps me warm. Sure, there are some uncomfortable times, but isn’t there always no matter where you are or who you’re with?
Maybe I could just poke my head out, see what’s out there and breathe the cool Autumn air. I’ll bet it smells like fall flowers, pumpkins and bonfires burning. It’s Halloween night, at least I think it’s Halloween night.
If I run, he’ll be upset, mad. It will hurt his feelings and make him sad. I don’t want to make him sad, or mad. He promised me a special treat on Halloween.
What if leaving the doors open is my treat and I don’t take it? He’ll really be angry with me then, or will he be angry if I do take it, leave, run. I can hear footsteps, it’s him. Or maybe not, might be someone else. If they find me, he will be livid.
Do I stay or do I run?
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Mark’s Haiku Prompt
in Naturalist Weekly – Micro-Season:
“Light Rain Showers” (2022)
Tiny raindrops fall
lightly sprinkle a flower’s
upturned sunny face
