In response to Esther Chilton’s Can You Tell A Story In 54 Words? Use the following words in a poem or story: GERBIL, WONDERLAND, ZIP, AFTERSHAVE, BANSHEE
The banshee she hunted
each Halloween night
Released from the veil
into a wonderland of prey
She camouflaged her stink
with human aftershave
To find her a gerbil
to free her from a witch’s spell
Yet years had passed to her dismay
gerbil’s ran faster than lightning
and away they went
– zip zip zip!
I have never jumped on a trampoline
I wonder how it would be to fly
to hit the bottom then bounce back up
to jump and jump and jump
I have never skied across a lake
frozen over with wintry ice
How wonderful I think it would be
to slide and slide and slide
I have never sped upon water ski’s
salty sea water beneath my feet
A wonderful time like a dolphin skims
to swim and swim and swim.
I have never run through a field of corn
with other children from the farm
To hop around and chase the mice
to run and run and run
I have felt the kindness of a stranger
stopping to hold an open door
Thankful for the occasional chatter
I smile and smile and smile
Brutal is the love
that can not be realized
Tortuous is the love
that must be denied
Ferocious is the pain
of love subdued forever
Merciless is the ache
of forbidden love
Savage is the pining
for everlasting love
Relentless is the thirst
for love’s committed kiss
Heartless was Cupid
directing love’s arrow
Ruthless was his aim
at these two lover’s hearts
You left me,
no remorse.
I waited,
no recourse.
Not enough
to keep you here.
Never enough
to keep you near.
All the rest
that came along.
Everyone danced
to the same old song.
Something better
lay down the road.
Nothing here
but an ugly old toad.
Yet like the prince
in tales once told.
With a lover’s kiss
a toad becomes gold.
Babbling speech echoes
from beneath the piped water
Hands rap on invisible walls
exiled beneath the weight of oppression
Tree bark peels like disemboweled promises
while the snake slithers out of his heralded slot
A flock of sparrows circle the over-coiffed head
forming a false halo – leaving excrement in their wake
A brush of a pen and a nod of his head
the lions circle his den before hunting his prey
The echoes and cries of the people converge
their outrage subdued – the dictator lives on.
Time passes, seasons change
churches built, buildings fall.
Acorns sprout, trees emerge,
living long, growing tall.
Day turns into endless darkness,
night encompasses one and all.
On the horizon, sunrise hovers,
moonbeams release their nightly enthrall.
Voices carry whispers in the wind,
ears attuned to each quiet vowel.
No more hiding, no more lying,
eyes are open, no need to pretend.
In response to Sadje’s post @ lifeafter50forwomen.com
What Do You See #306
Love is chaos,
unfettered blissful anguish
of emotions.
Lack of control,
no boundaries,
no safety net.
A tightrope of uncertainty,
dangerously bouncing,
upending the tightrope walker.
Breaking off pieces of a soul,
bit by bit or wrenching it out
completely, without warning.
Love knows no mercy,
waiting until the wound heals,
before stabbing the tender heart again
A Collaboration between Christine Bialczak (Stine Writing) and Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
A scent in the air from the past
captures my memories,
tomorrow will keep them near.
Inching closer,
tomorrow brings a chill.
Mind slips back,
flowers close and drop
searching for answers.
Tomorrow looms far away,
nostalgia taps the senses.
Time lapsed visions loop
through my fading memory.
The past becomes the present,
fields lush with daffodils.
The good combines
with the bad.
Blue lakes brim with frogs and fish,
Reality is recognized, recalled, recited.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 