By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Three Things Challenge #950
Prompt hosted by pensitivity101
Your three words today are:
CROWD, BUSY, RUSH
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As the busy crowd rushes by
I stand alone
Watching the people come and go
Unable to be them or join them
I wonder why
As the busy crowd rushes by
Perhaps if I rush as they do
If only I could
They would see me here all alone
Moving away from the busy crowd
Nobody sees me
Perhaps if I rush as they do
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
2022 April Poem-A-Day Challenge For today’s prompt, write a moving on poem. Posted by ROBERT LEE BREWER
carrying you within myself
terrifyingly secure within me
first kick let me know you were there
many kicks more until then
your time to enter this new world
arriving just fine and exactly on time
just now I looked up to see
a young man all grown now on his own without me not needing a mom
so it’s time to move on and let go
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing prompt #257 LUMINOUS
The challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 30 words using the word “Luminous.”
Luminous is the bright flickering
candle’s flame in the window
guiding you home to me
Luminosity fills our hearts
full of compassion and care
lights the flame of our lives
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
The front door opens
you walk through
your back straight
much stronger than
I am
Another goodbye
fingers trail together
puppy frets in the back
you navigate out of
my driveway
Sun glints off the cab
of your new pick-up truck
hiding tears of your leaving
in the backseat your little
puppy’s whining
She just like me does not
want you to leave to stay
here for good would
be heaven
Laying here in my bed
alone and so cold
thinking about who
you are with now
heart hurting
Wondering how long
it will be until you are
back here with me
and as happy again as
I am
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Story Challenge in 99 Words – Hosted by
The Carrot Ranch Literary Community April 25, 2022
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They’re up and away. Old, young, professionals, the sick. All of them were innocent, including her.
What would they think if they knew what she’d done? What would they do? It truly was an innocent mistake, but that was no excuse. She was a grown woman, an adult. She should never have let it happen. But she did.
She watched the mass escape, beautifully terrifying against the clear azure sky of her homeland. How many would make it?
She hefted her backpack. Setting out on foot, following the balloons; wondering if she’d make it and if she wanted to.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge April 29 by rugby843
Upon the plate lay many things
my eyes could not perceive
Round and raw is what I saw
Beside the plate lay two long sticks lovely wooden pieces for my hair
To cool my neck I twisted up
My long curly hair upon
the top of my head and slid
the sticks deftly into my locks
Then a gasp arose within the place
a scream from the kitchen ensued
Patrons stood to see the ruckus there
Sadly I can not say how dinner
was that day as I was promptly
asked to leave the establishment
Fear not though as all is well the sticks I did retrieve and use them daily in my long gray hair
Hosted by Lauren @ LSS Attitude of Gratitude
This week’s prompt is: Things I Don’t Miss
Do not misunderstand or misinterpret the title of the prompt and one of my younger sisters in the photograph with me, in the wrong way. My sister is a grown woman now, with a lovely grown daughter who has two beautiful teenage step-children, bless her. They live up in the Atlanta area and I, of course, reside down here on the southern coast of North Carolina. I do miss seeing her and them, but this post is not about that.
This is about things I do not miss, so here we go. I do not miss being a little girl and constantly being compared to my middle sister. Though I am the oldest, I was compared in a not very favorable way to her.
Examples: “What happened to you? Someone beat you with an ugly stick?”
That was my uncle, who would then turn to my beautiful, green-eyed platinum blonde sister and lavish praise on her for the rest of his visit. I stood back and watched, looked in the mirror and silently agreed with him. I held no ill-will towards my sister as it wasn’t her fault. However, the feelings I held towards my uncle were, less than flattering. This is something I do not miss.
“Why can’t you do your hair like your sister’s? Hers is so pretty and looks so finished. You look like you went through a clothes dryer Ami!” That was my father. My hair is wildly curly, fine and naturally fuzzy, no matter what I do to it. As we matured, my sisters hair grew longer and brighter and smoother, quite beautiful. She allowed no one to touch it and if by chance one did touch it; watch out for the meltdown, after which she was coddled by both parents and I was admonished for upsetting her. This is something I do not miss.
In school I was bullied mercilessly, this is something I do not miss. Although I’d love to come face to face with some of them now. I think they’d like to forget afterward too!
I do not miss the sadness and grief at the passing of my grandparents and much later, the passing of my own parents. I do not miss the pain experienced at the passing of beloved friends and treasured pets.
Because I do not miss these sad feelings, the overwhelming feelings of grief and despair, the lack of confidence and isolation, I’m able to survive. I’m able to thrive. Because I do not miss these things but remember them; I can look forward to and relish the things I will miss one day.
In response to Frank J. Tassone hosting for dVerse’s Haibun Monday 4-25-22: bird songs
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
lovely woodpecker’s
rat-a-tat-tat
heralding spring
He shows up every morning, tapping and tapping without fail. His little red crest bobbing to and fro; he’s putting on quite a show. Not looking for food, no not this one, a girl of his own is what he wants and soon.
So, early in the morning and sometimes at dusk; my little friend is out there making a fuss. Night turns into day and day to dusk and the little red-crested woodpecker never gives up. The days grow warmer, the days grow longer. Fragrant
flowers bloom around him and then; two red-crested heads bobbing together – they’re making a lovely nest!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
