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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to
RDP Monday Prompt: Sail
Posted by sgeoil for RagTag Community Daily Prompt

Waiting at the shore
for a ship with no name
to carry me away
from the pain and the games

Where people do not leave
or fill your heart with lies
Where no one ever grieves
and only love abides

Hoist the main sail
stir the night wind
Take me far away
away to live to mend

Waves catch the rudder
take her straight and true
Away from this dry land
to where it’s always blue

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Our rights drifting away
Like so many colorful balloons
Gone

Hosted by Tina @ Lens Artist Challenge #205

All photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Flippant as a high school cheerleader blowing off the new girl and not in a good way at all. Flippant as the rain deciding to fall or to stay above, keeping safe and dry. Flippant as the tiny chickadee, flitting around from tree to tree.

Flippant is the rainbow, teasing and taunting us to find rainbows end. Flippant is the parent, never knowing what to do. Flippant are the feelings between me and you.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

June 27: Story Challenge in 99-words

Hosted by Charli Mills

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about swarms. What could swarm? How does the swarm impact the people or place in your story? Is there something unusual about the swarm? Go where the prompt leads!

It was hot. Bone dry with a southwesterly wind merging rainbow colored grains of sand to form rivers of hot dunes threatening everything in its path.

I lay on the ground out in the 100° sun repairing my camper. My old Class C was fading, but I kept tinkering to keep her going since she was not only my transportation but my permanent home.

A slight o ontttttyyo tickle on my cheek, I brushed it away without looking. More light touching, I brushed at it and felt resistance.

Looking up I see I’m surrounded by a sea of black. Tarantula swarm!

Last Photo for June 2022 hosted by bushboy

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #190

He ran. He ran so hard and so long, he felt his heart pounding within his parched tongue. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Dark brows drew together in consternation.

The dogs were not far behind. A fence cross-crossed then blocked the way, but not for him. He figured he could fit through the slats easily, and did so.

He was so close to freedom, he could smell it in the air. He crawled through the fence, not noticing the no entry sign. He could not read, it was forbidden.

He dove into the drying cornstalks, tripping but not falling before he returned to his full out run. Minutes later, the posse led by the snarling dogs, stopped at the no entry sign.

Someone asked, “Do we go in boss?”

“Nah,” the heavy-set white man said through a half-smile, “he’ll wish he had let us catch him soon!”

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Brevity’s
the length a term of office
should be in Supreme Court

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

They legalize guns
To form their own militia
To take away our rights