Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Mark’s Blog: Naturalist Weekly – Prompt Word: Grasshopper

Grasshopper came by
The wind today blew strongly
Visited then left

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The Dream

Long white gowns
embellished with lace,
Sparkling with crystals
from far off places.
Satin cut to fit a slender
figure soon to expand.
Dreams of white knights,
castles and land.

The Honeymoon

Gentle caresses tempered
by sweet new love.
Long walks on the beach
bright sunshine above.
Nights full of raw roiling lust,
sleep until breakfast’s long gone.
Words and actions start to change,
foretelling of things going wrong.

The Struggle

Two children have come
to the bride and the groom.
Their castle not a castle
grows too small, there’s no room.
His work days grow long
he’s rarely at home.
The bride sits and stares
rocking a babe, holding the phone.

The Truth

Her knight never home,
the nights are so cold.
Growing tired she decides
to follow, to watch and be bold.
With kids, the dog loyal by her side
she sees him with a lovely woman.
Heart broken in two her soul tattered
goes home to pack a small pullman.

The Struggle

Texts and calls and plea’s from him,
all of which she refused to receive.
His letters and visits from his friends,
not his words would she ever believe.
The court battles turned brutal
each wanting to exact the most pain.
In the end the judge split them
and nothing at all had been gained.

The Rest

An old woman now stooped and grey, watched with love her daughters face.
That gown of soft satin encrusted with jeweled crystals and lace,
Swirled as she walked down the aisle
with her own knight by her side.
The mother of her past her prime,
prays a life not a waste land this time.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Left unattended,
a once vibrant garden
withers and dies.

The loving touch
of a gardener creates
blossoms of beauty.

Water, nutrients
attention and care
bring the Earth to light.

Left alone to burn
in the sand or drown
in torrential rains –

The lush budding vines
the emergence of perennials
are hushed by a cretinous fist.

Nature’s Glory stilled
unwittingly or willingly
by the appetite of man –

Will survive.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #282 – Opposite Challenge – Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 44 words!

He an old logger. She an old tree hugger. Opposites that definitely attracted, merged and became a working unit, harmoniously blended.

He could identify trees by the shape of their needles. She expressed her desire to see the forests replanted.

They had an accord.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

100 words

In response to Rochelle Wisoff’s Photo Prompt Response in Exactly 💯 Words!

I passed by the antique shop every day, never entering the crowded menagerie of over-used items leftover from the past.

This day was different. The compulsion to go inside so strong, my feet turned toward the shop. I found myself standing inside, surrounded by mounds of aged household paraphernalia.

A tiny woman pressed a green wooden clock into my hands, saying this was what I was looking for.

Warmth enveloped me. Memories flooded my mind. I wished I could turn back time and make things right.

I reached for the hour hand and slowly began to turn it backward.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Hosted by johnbo

The Trip – Camping Across Country

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Friend’s like you are rare indeed
a doctor is who you need
Always you’re in a fright
that you’ve caught the blight

When we met and said hello
you asked if you looked yellow
I answered you looked just fine
May need to take more thyme

Now that we’re fast friends
I know you never mend
A name for you and the others
Collywobbles for all the sufferers

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Photo Prompt by elmowrites 100 Word Story

Where are all the children?
The playgrounds lay bare
empty of laughter
empty of shenanigans
gone are the playful squeals
of boys chasing girls
and girls capturing boys.

What manner of catastrophe
what evil pestilence or
devious war machine
has robbed this merry place
of joyful children running around
with exuberant abandonment
while attentive parents look on?

I see them! I have found the children!
Huddled safe in their homes clustered around their i-Toys, their a-Droids
and their boxes full of x’s, virtual guns and bombs. There’s their parents
on their devices, satisfying their vices in perfect disharmony.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s One Word Challenge – WEAK

They believe I am weak
since I can not walk well
They believe I am ignorant
because I do not speak well

I am passive and dislike confrontation
therefore I must be a coward
I am not perfect just a flawed human
they want to put me away

You believe I am courageous, smart and strong with a creative mind
Because you believe this of me
I am!