Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

So very humbled and honored to be included in the list of featured authors for Edge of Humanities one year anniversary event!

Out on the fringe
hanging still
very quiet

A tempest wind
blows through
fringe dances in the breeze

Too soon the wind
goes away and
fringe returns to stillness

Debris lay at her roots
a prophecy realized
the last story
mirrored in voices
echoing from the past

Doors emerge
a pathway leads
the traveler through
time and history
into the present day

Distant thunder
marks the riff
where lightening
split the barrier
between good and evil

Doctors appointments
ongoing tiresome things
It’s what happens
at a certain age

Procedures ordered
medication prescribed
Makes an old woman
want to run away and hide

Others ride in twos or threes
though through it all I ride alone
I notice those who walk hand in hand
out here I am on my own

Independent and free
by choice or not
Fate has deemed this
to be my lot

I spoke with the Sea today
and she talked with me
Old friends together again
basking in the warm summer sun

Her waves so tranquil and calm
a lovely balm to the pain
Of never seeing you again
the Sea called to me

Upon her shore I sat down
legs stretched out in the sand
Her water lapped at my toes
as I could no longer stand

Age has begun to reclaim
my bones – my skin and my brain
But the Sea I remember well
and the Sea remembers me

Be still she whispered to me
let my sand a bed for you be
Close your eyes and rest for a while
and I’ll carry you home

.….. upon a star
would it take me
where you are

would it turn back
the hands of time
put us on a different track

could it maybe make it so
together our lovely
gardens would grow

should that brilliant shining star
find my wish as it flies above
through the sky and up so far

together we would … could soon be
should that star grant this earnest wish
you and I together and living free

One pulls away
the other moves forward
reaching

A back is turned
a hand thrown out
reaching

Fingers stretch
across the miles
reaching

A heart turns cold
a soul cries out
beseeching

Ocracoke Lighthouse, NC

When you stay and listen
until I finish my story
Instead of turning away
to go about your day

When you shake your head yes
then later on that day
State I never told you this or that
regardless you didn’t want to anyway

When meeting someone new
and I wait to be introduced
But then you all walk off
I can’t help but feel reduced

When it’s time for you to leave
and you know I’ll be all alone
I wait to hear you’re safe and sound
but you don’t even bother to phone

When all I ask of you or anyone that cares
to prevent that sour vexation
Is only to be noticed
and a bit of validation

Away, fly far away from here
from the chaos and confusion
to a place structured and free