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In response to Hugh’s New’s and Views Wordless Wednesday 10/26/22

All photography © Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

If you are given half of their heart,
whom do they give the other half to?
Man or woman neither one survive
with only half a heart, it’s true.

A man or woman who gives their whole heart to one, be it a woman or a man
that part matters not to love;
a full heart has no room for another.

A woman who withholds half her heart
for reasons known only to her
or to both; retribution for perceived past
slights or offenses, sets her man half free.

A man who keeps half his heart
to himself, his issue or theirs,
lack of intimacy on either side,
or faded love, sets his woman half free.

Neither are to blame
there is no shame
in looking to fill your heart
to its very fullest.

Just beware and have a care
when that halfhearted lover
captures your tender beating heart;
a halfhearted lover is all you’ll ever have.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Linda Hill’s – One Liner Wednesday

“Never settle for being an after-thought to anyone.”

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Mark’s Blog: Naturalist Weekly – Prompt Word: Grasshopper

Grasshopper came by
The wind today blew strongly
Visited then left

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The Dream

Long white gowns
embellished with lace,
Sparkling with crystals
from far off places.
Satin cut to fit a slender
figure soon to expand.
Dreams of white knights,
castles and land.

The Honeymoon

Gentle caresses tempered
by sweet new love.
Long walks on the beach
bright sunshine above.
Nights full of raw roiling lust,
sleep until breakfast’s long gone.
Words and actions start to change,
foretelling of things going wrong.

The Struggle

Two children have come
to the bride and the groom.
Their castle not a castle
grows too small, there’s no room.
His work days grow long
he’s rarely at home.
The bride sits and stares
rocking a babe, holding the phone.

The Truth

Her knight never home,
the nights are so cold.
Growing tired she decides
to follow, to watch and be bold.
With kids, the dog loyal by her side
she sees him with a lovely woman.
Heart broken in two her soul tattered
goes home to pack a small pullman.

The Struggle

Texts and calls and plea’s from him,
all of which she refused to receive.
His letters and visits from his friends,
not his words would she ever believe.
The court battles turned brutal
each wanting to exact the most pain.
In the end the judge split them
and nothing at all had been gained.

The Rest

An old woman now stooped and grey, watched with love her daughters face.
That gown of soft satin encrusted with jeweled crystals and lace,
Swirled as she walked down the aisle
with her own knight by her side.
The mother of her past her prime,
prays a life not a waste land this time.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Left unattended,
a once vibrant garden
withers and dies.

The loving touch
of a gardener creates
blossoms of beauty.

Water, nutrients
attention and care
bring the Earth to light.

Left alone to burn
in the sand or drown
in torrential rains –

The lush budding vines
the emergence of perennials
are hushed by a cretinous fist.

Nature’s Glory stilled
unwittingly or willingly
by the appetite of man –

Will survive.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #282 – Opposite Challenge – Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 44 words!

He an old logger. She an old tree hugger. Opposites that definitely attracted, merged and became a working unit, harmoniously blended.

He could identify trees by the shape of their needles. She expressed her desire to see the forests replanted.

They had an accord.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

100 words

In response to Rochelle Wisoff’s Photo Prompt Response in Exactly 💯 Words!

I passed by the antique shop every day, never entering the crowded menagerie of over-used items leftover from the past.

This day was different. The compulsion to go inside so strong, my feet turned toward the shop. I found myself standing inside, surrounded by mounds of aged household paraphernalia.

A tiny woman pressed a green wooden clock into my hands, saying this was what I was looking for.

Warmth enveloped me. Memories flooded my mind. I wished I could turn back time and make things right.

I reached for the hour hand and slowly began to turn it backward.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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