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By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I can’t say exactly when it happened.

I think it was either so slow that I didn’t notice or,

so fast, well; either way it doesn’t matter.

I can’t remember anyway.

I do remember,

I think I remember but no,

more like a vague memory,

a gray shadow passing through.

That quadrant of my brain

already darkened.

Aware it’s there but in truth,

barely noticing it any longer.

I can’t say exactly when it happened,

that which I’m trying to remember.

Peering through the deep fog of time,

I remove my glasses, clean them.

But no, the memory remains vague.

It’s there and then it’s gone.

Dark shadows and the foggy mist

swallowing it.

Stealing it from me just as I reached for it.

What was I looking for?

No matter, I can’t remember anyway.

Response to K. Hartless Prompt and d’Verse Poets

Quadrille #146 I Live in Salt in 44 words only!

By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Oh Salt, sweet Salt!

How you do tempt me

Glistening on that raised rim

Dancing across the rolled top

of that monstrous Margarita glass

The golden hue of top-shelf tequila

shimmering within your sea green depths

Release me now from your ancestral hold!

The Specter

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Within the temples

crumbling walls

a scuffling did sound

A muffled boom

four stories down

Flung the ghosts door

open wide

freeing the specter

to spring forth

weaving his way to the sky

He fluttered up and took a step

onto a cloud so high

From within his large

and gaping mouth

was heard an unearthly sigh

Scott’s Daily Prompt 16/02/2022

BY SCOTT ANDREW BAILEY

Today’s prompt is: THE CLOCK

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

The Clock ⏰

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

The clock

That clock

Strikes its blow once again

Night retreats

It’s violent jerk

Resounding in that noisome clock

My life

Our lives

Governed by those ticking hands

The clock

The thud

The car door slammed

To Work

I go

Looked up at the clock

Late I am

To work again

Blast it all that raucous clock!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge

Haiku – Pensive Tides!

PROMPT #218

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #218

Changeling

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

They keep asking me as if somehow, I can just look in the mirror and know. Am I a boy or a am I a girl? I do not know.I

The that appeal to me. Keep your trucks and GI Joe’s, it’s to the theatre I want to go.

Yet standing here so gaunt and thin, wishing for things that have never been discussed out loud or in private company. What I would do for all the jewels and wealth in the world, I would give it all up for a small bit of money.

Cash to pay the surgeons bill, who’d change this boy into a girl.

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to prompt word RAMBUNCTIOUS in 6 Sentences Only by “Girlie on the Edge”

There are those that are very rambunctious among us. Their lives always full of tumultuous disorder. These unrestrained, uproarious disciples of chaotic clambering keep this earth clearly askew on its axis. I stridently search for a cacophony of silence amid the ever increasing din of raucous rollicking around me. Alas I find I’m once again thrown into the proverbial bed with a group of boisterous termagants. Until once again I can lay my head on my pillow of unadulterated opulence.

02/15/22 Oak Island, NC

First time out of the house in seven weeks due to being so sick with COVID-19 and pneumonia. Nature welcomed me home. The dolphins were jumping, fishing and surfing; sea birds swarmed the sandbar and even the mighty sun star said hello and goodnight. Blessed!

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to G.C.’s photo prompt:

The tiny armchair fairy peeked out into the room before her, shocked and dismayed at the disarray of food containers, pizza boxes and beer cans that lay strewn everywhere. Her charge was no where to be seen and of course when present, she could not be seen either. It presented a difficult obstacle, but one she was determined to overcome in order to win her full set of fairy wings.

The little fairy eyed the mess, clapped her junior fairy wings together and within seconds, the room was pristine. The big hu-man, the one she had been charged with, lumbered back into the now clean room, stopped for a second and looked around before he fell backwards into his stained, overstuffed and over used armchair. The hu-man nearly crushed the little fairy, but she was fast as lightening and extracted herself easily.

The hu-man began yelling and shaking his fist at the big box with the moving lights inside. Upon further inspection, she determined there was some kind of game going on where bigger, younger hu-man’s trying to ram each other with their huge, helmet covered heads. These tactics seemed to upset the fairies hu-man, which was completely unacceptable.

Flitting behind the box, the little fairy removed the cord, causing the box to go suddenly silent. Her hu-man erupted, stomping over to the contraption to pound on its top; she quickly hoisted the plug back into its socket and the box sprang back to life, quieting the hu-man substantially.

So, her hu-man was only happy if the hu-man’s in the light box were yelling and he could yell with them. That’s easily fixable, she thought. Clapping her gossamer wings together she produced three more light boxes for her hu-man, all frozen permanently on those games with bowls and balls. Her hu-man was ecstatic. The little fairy sat back, patiently awaiting her full set of ultra-gossamer fairy wings.

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 02/15/2022

by Stine Writing

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to picture prompt provided by Stein Writing

Look at me so pretty and proud

painted up like a Valentines clown.

My tiny owners, one, two and three,

felt the need to decorate me.

Why do they fuss why do they yell?

Adults their words do not impel,

my tiny owners to do their bidding

Their tone of voice so forbidding.

But that was then and this is now

I am their pet not yours anyhow.

So if they want to paint my face,

dress me up or run a race.

Its all ok alright with me,

it makes them happy can’t you see?

Let them paint me like a clown,

so their frowns turn upside down.