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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Friend’s like you are rare indeed
a doctor is who you need
Always you’re in a fright
that you’ve caught the blight

When we met and said hello
you asked if you looked yellow
I answered you looked just fine
May need to take more thyme

Now that we’re fast friends
I know you never mend
A name for you and the others
Collywobbles for all the sufferers

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Photo Prompt by elmowrites 100 Word Story

Where are all the children?
The playgrounds lay bare
empty of laughter
empty of shenanigans
gone are the playful squeals
of boys chasing girls
and girls capturing boys.

What manner of catastrophe
what evil pestilence or
devious war machine
has robbed this merry place
of joyful children running around
with exuberant abandonment
while attentive parents look on?

I see them! I have found the children!
Huddled safe in their homes clustered around their i-Toys, their a-Droids
and their boxes full of x’s, virtual guns and bombs. There’s their parents
on their devices, satisfying their vices in perfect disharmony.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s One Word Challenge – WEAK

They believe I am weak
since I can not walk well
They believe I am ignorant
because I do not speak well

I am passive and dislike confrontation
therefore I must be a coward
I am not perfect just a flawed human
they want to put me away

You believe I am courageous, smart and strong with a creative mind
Because you believe this of me
I am!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

My feelings run amok from day
to day and night to night.
One hour to one minute,
my heart swells to nearly bursting,
then tightens into an angry fist
and swells upon your first kiss.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #251
Prompt Word: Jamais Vu (opposite of Deja Vu)

My grown daughter told me that this was not the first time I had awakened and been told I had experienced a stress induced heart attack. In fact she said, the diagnosis by the physician was broken heart syndrome.

I was quite positive I had not heard any of this before and voiced my opinion aloud. In my hospital room with us was the head nurse of my floor. She put away the instruments used to acquire my readings and turned toward both of us.

“What you are experiencing is called Jamais Vu, it’s the opposite of the common occurrence we refer to as Deja Vu. Because you are experiencing memory loss due to the trauma your body has suffered, it is the first time you remember hearing it,” Nurse Stephanie said.

“And will I remember this tomorrow or will it all be gone and seem new to me yet again?” I asked.

“What you are experiencing is called Jamais Vu, it’s the opposite of the common occurrence we refer to as Deja Vu. Because you are experiencing memory loss due to the trauma your body has suffered, it is the first time you remember hearing it,” Nurse Stephanie said.

“Yes, I know. You just said that,” I said with a good amount of consternation and attitude.

“I most certainly did not just say that at all. I believe you are having a Deja Vu moment, quite common after a patient has been under anesthesia for an extended amount of time,” she remarked as she left my room.

I closed my eyes and wished myself anywhere but here; or had I done that already?

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The Sunday Whirl Wordle #572 Hosted by bwarren

Moon rises in it’s time
Nothing can lull
it from rising
between daylight hours
Merely a mute dalliance
in the busy life of Earth

If one attempts to give
the circling glowing orb
more light than it desires
Moon will throw a darkened
shadow across the broken
expanse of space to quench it

Cellpic Sunday 10/2/22 Hosted by Journeys With Johnbo

I don’t have any Sunday pictures as I was otherwise distracted, so I’ll post this picture of my babies relaxing during the height of Hurricane Ian. Not a worry in the world. Oh to be a dog!

All photographs by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

One heart reaches
touches
affixes
To another heart
connected
committed
To someone else

One heart aches
withers
shrinks
At the rebuff
fighting
screaming
For someone else

Three hearts wounded
broken
crushed
By two hearts
searching
finding
That someone else

FOTD – October 1 – Ranunculus, Roses, Rhodie

Warning! Possible trigger – suicide content!

In response to paeansunplugged’s prompt Poetics: The Good And The Evil for dVerse Poets Pub

I think I’m done, she said to no one in particular. I can’t do this anymore. The pain is too great, and the loneliness is worse.

And what is it you will do? Said a deep gravely voice with glee.

I have pills, different kinds. I don’t know but I’d just like to go to sleep and be done, she replied.

But you will not be done little one, it won’t be over. You will suffer endlessly should you choose this path, said a soft commanding voice.

Then what am I to do? She cried into the night.

You persevere. You continue. You fight with every ounce of your soul. You are the Light and darkness abhors the Light. Be the Light so that others may follow your Light and live too. Be the Light that wins. Be the winner, the soft voice echoed from far away.

She slept.