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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Mark’s Haiku Prompt
in Naturalist Weekly – Micro-Season:
“Light Rain Showers” (2022)

Tiny raindrops fall
lightly sprinkle a flower’s
upturned sunny face

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Journey’s With Johnbo prompt for Cellpic Sunday 10/30/22

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Stine Writings Simply 6 Minutes Challenge 10/25/22

I tell you true
and this is no lie
My neighbor’s a witch
she really does fly

Sadly for her and for us too
my neighbor needs glasses
Her eyesight’s a fright she lands
each time on her bountiful assets

She practiced and practiced
sticking landings on her broom
Only this time she landed
with a loud thudding boom

Up on my ceiling I now have a hole
where my neighbor she dangles
Stockings, shoes and broken broom
waiting a while before she disentangles

She’s safer where she hangs up there aloft
no more can she thump, bang or crash
All our friends both near and far
are coming soon for a great Halloween bash!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

They come in the night
whispering sweet promises
promising dark lies

Voices gone and dead to this world
returned just to see and to spy
spying to taunt and to haunt and tease

Telling me tales and their secrets
of old that no one else knows
knowing they’ve told me before

In dreams filled with longing
fog filled memories of hot lust
lustful longings still unfulfilled

Demons and angels and ghosts
one and all at my door come to call
calling on me it’s All Hallow’s Eve

A visit by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Mount Rushmore stands in testament to the pioneering spirit of America and her bid and eventual win for freedom. It is an astounding achievement in human engineering and perseverance to be sure.

Yet, not far down the road stands a lone warrior, his sad gaze overlooking the Black Hills of South Dakota. Now changed for all eternity. No longer the pristine wilderness protecting and nurturing the Buffalo, the Bear, the Eagle and the Elk. A stone nose flared in revulsion, smoke billowing below from the many wildfires scarring the land. Car exhaust killing the beautiful pines and cottonwood’s. Ribbons of black tar mar the sides of every mountain, testament to the white man’s continued advance.

In those eyes of knowledge and foretelling, he looks across the Black Hill’s into a future lacking the Indigenous People’s who lived, thrived, loved and died on this fertile land. He sees the demise of Earth’s bounty, squandered, used and abused. No heed to replenishing what is taken. No care for the poverty and squalor left behind by greed, self-importance and self-delusion.

I gaze up into the face of this man who was never photographed. Who stood beside and with his people. A man who lost his life while negotiating for the safety of his tribe, to a coward who attacked from behind.

That his tenacity and spirit lives on is inspiring, moving and frustrating. For all his heroic works, his battles won and battles lost; his people still suffer in poverty and neglect.

The current estimate for this largest of all mountain carvings to be completed is hundreds of years in the future. If someone doesn’t renege on the contract, misplace Indian funds or simply take back what was never theirs to give away at all; the Crazy Horse monument will persevere, perhaps to a time when the Buffalo multiply and the Wolf runs free again.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s One word Challenge – Patronize

A pat on the head
an absent smile
A distracted nod
mile after mile

A grunt for an answer
a question left hanging
Wait by the phone
emotional head banging

A glance of acknowledgment
over before it’s begun
Attention is waning
wonder if it’s all done

A miscommunication
or lack there of
Leaves a lonely heart aching
patronized with crumbs

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Written in response to dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night #325 “And So The Story Goes…”

Alone on a sea
full of life
filled with predation
nurtured by death

Bright fish of orange
red, purple and blue
swim beneath my craft
ignorant of their fate

Deep azure ocean
surrounds me rocks me
taunts me – even the Great White
shark finds its mate in the amass

Drifting with the tide
only the current knows my course
I lay back watching
the stars pass by overhead

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Lead me not into the foggy abyss
hidden and nondescript
Take me into the sun
to glow and shine through

Do not seclude me within hidden
shadowy doorways
Away from life and love
display me for the world to see

Rejoice in the power of the Light
protect it from the darkness
With strength and determination
anything is possible

Lead me not into the foggy abyss
into a cold forbidden world
Sol is calling and bidding
my return to his warmth

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

A son estranged from his mother
breaks her heart
leaves her lonely
aching

His mother’s sister aloof and distant
leaves her call’s unanswered
presents and gifts without a thank you
hurtful

Daughter communicative but busy
so close but doesn’t visit
a drive of two hours too arduous
heavy-hearted

Lover chooses another path
his own life full of adventure
loving family and friends
sorrow

She remembers her parents
aunts, uncles, friends and a spouse
all removed from this world and gone
despair

Time slipping away faster and faster
body failing spirit waning
wondering why so many throw time
away

In response to Terri’s prompt @ Second Wind Leisure

All photography ©Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris