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In response to Writing Prompts by Esther Chilton – prompt word BEACH

I want to walk
the beach with you
without worrying
that there’s somewhere
else you ought to be

I want to feel
the warmth of the sand
beneath our bare feet
walking hand in hand
for hours on end

I want to sit beside you
from days beginning
with breakfast plus lunch
until time for dinner
and wine between us

I want to crawl into bed
to feel the comfort
of your arms around me
with love and lust
and ultimate trust

I want to leave this world
being rocked on your lap
knowing our hearts
were always meant to be
and will be again someday

In response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #022 “Reformation and Dilapidation”

Each star that passes by overhead
catches an eye
far below
raises a spark
of wonder

Each new bud that flowers in Spring
calls to the honey bees
and the birds sing
a pretty new song
rejoicing in life

Each gust of wind from the Sea
reforms the warm golden sand
covering refuse and decay
wiping away what used to be
for what will come

Each pass of the Earth
around the life giving Sun
turns the day to night
and the night to day
time spinning away

In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (CFFC) Hosted by Dan Antion for No Facilities

An echo of what could’ve been
fades away with each second
The power of time squashes
the voices of friends gone away

A brief burn of passion
before the cold seeps in
Can’t hear the crackling flames
or show what once was real

What could’ve been never let out
held behind that sturdy lock of time
Never will the embers ignite
to warm the heart and soothe the soul

In response to Linda G. Hill’s The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 15, 2025 – STICKLER

When being a stickler is your job,
Then a stickler you shall be,
and be tickled to be a stickler for a fee!

by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Released today by Tales From The Moonlit Path

Seeing Red by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Thank you to the wonderful editors, Carlos and Tricia for their hard work and belief in the craft of writing!

They are with me,
when you are not.
With you we are we,
with them I am three.

You are not free,
and never will be.
To me they are loyal,
I am all they’ll ever need.

Just like you and me,
they are aging rather quickly,
and much faster than I’d wish,
still they give me love and comfort daily.

This Valentine’s Day as I sit lonely,
I’ll not be alone at all.
My pups will be home with me,
love and affection wholly and completely.

(Love Letters Through Time: Write a poem in the form of a love letter. It can be addressed to yourself, to someone special and/or in memory of a person who has passed.Prompt posted by sanaarizvi
for dVerse Poets Pub)

Dear Arthur,

Why has it come about,
that you were birthed
in a time long before mine?

You in a century of swords
and war, castles and knights
and kings, of which you were one.

Me into an ever changing
world of electronic monsters
and political demons.

How is it that my heart
longs for that one whose
bones turned to dust centuries ago?

Where magic and mystery thrived.
When Merlin walked the lands for good
and Morgaine le Fay wove her evil spells.

When kings were revered and strong
horse’s ran with the wind into battle,
and women stood as empty vessels after.

My love you reigned above the decay,
disease and pestilence, the chaotic, human
jealousies to own another’s land, another’s title.

Fifteen centuries ago, to you my heart
has been given. For fifteen centuries
more, with you it shall remain.