Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

This weeks prompt is to write about YOUR MORNING.
Haibuns are often personal reflections.

Provided by GO DOG GO CAFE – HAIBUN &
Donna Matthews

Haibun by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

early morning rays
reflect slacks and chair
tinged by early morning coffee

A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky +
The Walrus And The Carpenter +
Echoes

prompts provided by
Poetics CARROLL CRUSH SAGA

and by Sanaarizvi

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“I say!” Said he to me,
“Have you ever seen with your ears or heard with your eyes?”
As you can imagine, I looked at him with dubious surprise. 

“What say you?” Said I to him great suspicion in my voice. 
“It is but just a matter, 
just a little matter of choice!” 
Said he in reply. 

Echoes of stark white buildings
near fifty floors high
filled with stark white coats 
and a lake with a boat beneath a sunny sky came to mind. 

“Kind Sir,” I said with a smile 
unwilling to cause the man pain,
“Have you per chance been 
speaking to the walrus 
and the carpenter again?”

“Why yes I have how could you
tell?” His eyes bright with glee. 
“Well I can not lie
and I’ll tell you true, they’ve 
also been talking to me!”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Tonight as I lay upon my bed to sleep
I dream of what tomorrow will bring
Running through meadows or
along the beach
Happy and whole for all to see

Tomorrow I will wake up strong
to find within my body nothing’s wrong 
And when I do rise from my bed
not an ounce of pain to be had 

I can run down stairs and right back up
Run beside the garbage truck
I can swim and jump and dive
No longer worried if I’ll survive

Tomorrow there will be no pain
no pokes and prods for little gain 
I’m sure that after a life like this the Angels will come and show me bliss 

Tomorrow -

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Haiku word prompt using the words feather and whisper posted by RONOVAN WRITES

Mockingbird’s whisper
feather light into the wind
Spring is coming soon

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Eyeing the Quadrille #147 (44 words only)

Posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

Laying alone in my recliner
hard to move now
My eyes see everything 
yet my eyes see nothing at all 

Vivid memories bombard my mind 
while I can’t remember what day it is
Still my eyes watch the memories 
that play behind closed eyelids  

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Six Sentence Story PROMPT WORD: CANVAS provided by girlieontheedge’s blog.

It was finally finished after hours and hours of work, a lifetime really, and it was extraordinary if she did say so herself. The gifted artist looked down at her hands and sighed deeply; no matter how hard she tried she always ended up with paint all over her hands and clothes.

She sat back, examining her masterpiece, it really was her best work so far. Looking around the studio she sighed again, cringing this time as she surveyed the absolutely horrid mess all around her.

Before she had a chance to clean up, familiar footsteps resounded down the hallway and a long-legged woman stood in the doorway of the studio, arms on her hips with a scowl plastered firmly upon her face.

Lifting her arms, the little artist was hefted from within the chaotic tumble of paints and dripping paintbrushes to be unceremoniously plopped into the massive bathtub now filled with warm water and bubble bath.

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to http:sammiscribbles.wordpress.com word prompt RUNE

I wore your rune
around my neck
dangled on a heavy chain

This rune it meant
so much more than
it was first intended to

In times of play and times
of stress in times of grief
it held us fast together our rune

Between you and me
this rune a bond
we swore unbreakable

Yet it could not bear
the test of time the test of fate
then you were no longer mine

Last I saw that special rune
it lay in the dust it’s chain in two my rune now nothing but broken
ruins

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to dVerse – Open Link Night 311 (Golden Wait)
Posted by msjadeli 
Prompt word CHRYSALIS 

Her cocoon so soft and warm
safe
Stay she would in this time and 
place

The world outside could whirl and
twirl
She’d stay inside protected a good
girl

No matter how they poked and
pried
Inside her cocoon so safe she never
cried

Out there were monsters and evil
things
Protected in her cocoon she hid her
wings

Pretending her chrysalis had yet to
be
To emerge from here they might not
see

Past translucent wings of unearthly 
cadency 
To a mind riddled with abstract 
insanity

By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to March 2nd #1MinFiction Picture Challenge. March 2, 2022 by Cyranny

“You did what? I did not agree to that! No way, no sir, no how! What? It’s for my own good? If it’s such a good thing, you go do it and leave me here! No, I said I’m not going and I mean it! I’m not getting into that kennel, I’m not!”

“I’m not getting out of this kennel, I’m not getting out! It’s the white coats! Run, scratch, bite …. Goodnight.”

“Isn’t life wonderful? I hear the birds, the humans talking, life is good – I think I’ll go back to sleep for a while.”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to: #TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 263, 3/1/22: #Tastetherainbow-Color Poetry. Provided by WildChild47

A Tourmaline sea

With mighty crystal capped waves

Wash red fears away

Dark indigo water swirls

To the black depths we now go