Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

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  • All Wrong

    Reena’s Xploration Challenge #298
    Posted by Reena Saxena

    No! No! No! No! It’s all wrong! It’s always wrong. No matter what I say, it either erupts from my throat incorrectly or is somehow perceived just plain wrong. Not like I meant it.

    I try so hard to fit in. To respond when appropriate, yet somehow, for some reason, they talk right over me as though I’d not been speaking at all. How do they do it, converse like that and why is the way I do it, wrong?

    My own kids despise me for not acting the way a mom is supposed to act. Friends are very few, most think I’m mentally imbalanced, slow or even seeking attention. None of which is true.

    If I could get through just one day without saying something erroneously egregious, that would be a miracle. So, I remain at home alone, and quiet. That way I never say anything in error, in an inappropriate way or in perceived falsehood, because I truly can’t remember so much.

    My Aspergers and I will be fine, at home, alone. Rereading, this is not right at all.

    Red pencil strikes words from page.

  • Alone in the Dark

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    Alone in the dark
    of night
    Fear has wrapped
    itself around me
    through me

    Heart thuds against
    my chest
    Slower and slower
    squeezing precious
    air from my lungs

    Terror waits patiently
    for its turn
    to sink sharp vicious
    talons into my stomach
    rending tearing devouring

    Breath halts
    lungs rebel starved
    body reacts sits upright
    Eyes open to see nothingness
    alone in the dark again

  • No End

    Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – End
    Hosted by Gerry C. & Susan W.

    The end I fear
    is near not far
    Don’t shed a tear
    or waste a frown

    My days were short
    my nights were long
    each hour with you
    a special song

    Happiness and joy prevailed
    while others lost
    I was not derailed
    my course remained true to you

    Although the road
    comes to an end
    Tricky me
    I’ve found a bend!

  • Night

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Night envelope me
    into the darkness of
    your inky blackness

    Force away the pain
    endured during
    the days of wakefulness

    Cruel you are
    to deprive me of dreams
    sweet and free of agony

    The hour is only
    barely past midnight
    and still I walk the halls

    Sleep beckons and I fall
    into its mesmerizing state
    while standing on two feet

    When to the bed I take
    I stay awake until dawn washes through my window and I sleep

  • The Old Garden

    Path paved by weathered stones
    green moss and spindly weeds
    compete for the favored spots
    where rainwater sleuths off the edges

    Shucked sunflower seed shells
    by the hundreds cover the once
    pretty garden stepping-stones
    bearing pairs of pink flamingo’s

    An empty bird feeder dangles
    listlessly above the decorated
    rocks turned stepping-stones
    empty and home to bug eating spiders

    The feeder a stark testament as former feeder of all birds blue or red or black but the woodpecker’s loved the dark sunflower seeds most

    Time passes by as long and slow
    as a river of sweet molasses
    and faster than a tsunami great
    while truly not passing at all

  • No One Is There

    I hear his voice
    speaking to me
    inconsequential
    mundane meanderings
    about the news and the day

    Glancing up from my reading
    I pause to answer him
    his chair sits empty
    but remains warm
    indented

    A shadow passes by
    I look up quickly
    glancing at the outline
    a memory only
    because no one is there

  • Completed the 2023 – 24 Hour Poetry Marathon Third Year in a Row!

  • Poem Published by Spillwords

    I am so excited and honored to announce my piece, “Phases (In A Woman’s Life),” has been scheduled for publication on 8/28/23 at 1:30am Eastern Time (ET) by Spillwords.com.

    Once it is published, you can access it through the following link:

    https://spillwords.com/phases-in-a-womans-life/

    Thank you Dagmara K. And Spillwords for your consideration and support!

  • Reflection

    In response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC 04/24/23

    Beautiful baby as you peer
    into the mirror reflecting
    your image back to your
    unseeing eyes blinded
    by glossy magazines filled
    with images of unreal
    and photoshopped people –

    especially women,

    How I wish you could see what I see through eyes
    tinged with age and experience wisdom born of both to know
    and understand that you as you are right now you are so much more beautiful than they will ever be

    Your lovely skin even when
    an occasional blemish pops through
    is a natural creamy essence
    they only obtain through manufactured
    products and the almighty airbrush
    effect computers furnish to disguise
    the true faces of those you see there –

    especially women,

    That which you seek to become
    is but a fantasy created by greed
    and out of control commercialism
    set about to make women of all ages
    feel less than they are as they peer
    into their mirrored reflection
    as you are doing right now

    Fight back my loves! Do not fall
    into the trap of money-hungry CEO’s
    and their advertising cronies who care
    naught for the care of your skin or
    the sheen of your hair and eyes rimmed only by those sweet long natural lashes
    untinged by black goop and glue –

    especially women,

    Break the mold and break their bank
    start your own trend stand up for what’s right and against a standard
    that can never be met nor achieved
    in the real and natural world where
    everyone is born with beauty emanating from within shining through –

    especially women!

  • Respite

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Pain, physical pain,
    is a constant.
    Never ending,
    always changing.
    Sometimes easing,
    always increasing.

    Pain, an invisible shroud
    discoloring a colorful world.
    Muting harmonic music
    into discordant pulses
    of unwelcome sound.
    An emotional succubus.

    Emotional pain, heartache,
    longing, loneliness, aloneness.
    Sometimes ending,
    ever changing its intensity.
    Damaging the heart and soul
    of the unwary and inexperienced.

    Emotional pain, centered within
    a chest, a mind, a stomach and
    oftentimes all three; renders a person
    incapacitated, wounded, dying
    a slow death unseen and unheard
    by anyone except the bearer.

    Peace, a brief respite slips inside
    quietly, unobtrusively.
    No fanfare, no fuss, no rending and tearing of flesh or soul thread.
    A reprieve offered by sunlight and rain.
    Flowers bloomed and sweet earthsong.