Pretend

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Wordle #578
The Sunday Whirl

Hosted by bwarren

Wonder what it would have been like
to have had the choice to do or be something legendary and special? Not to have failed so miserably in school, to have had the chance to change the flavor and style of my adulthood before it became too late to shake off and break the binding visages of the past.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, to pretend to be a famous songstress about to perform in front of thousands of exuberant fans. A confident, gifted singer who walks
onto a multi-faceted stage with the deep knowledge and acceptance that she truly is special.

I wonder what that would have been like?

Partner’s

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to RDP (Ragtag Daily Prompt) word PARTNER posted by Phillip Knight Scott

Juggling partner’s is a magical feat
few if any actually achieve
Polyamory at its best can only behest
goodwill when truth and trust
and knowledge prevail

One can love two and two
can love three and so on from there
A family of three consenting their undying love and devotion sweeps it
away if one goes completely astray

This dynamic of three or four
and sometimes more is not for everyone in fact few
Most look at them and frown want
them thrown out of town

Never understanding what true love
being a partner entails

Out Of Time

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Out of reach
out of time
Nothing left
only deceit and lies

A home built
upon slush and grime
Will surely sink
no substantial ties

Love that is honest
heartfelt and true
Is the kind of love
I wish for with you

To care is to grow
to give and receive
Only one giving
bears no reprieve

Help me build
a foundation of stone
To keep us together
so neither will roam

1973

In Honor of Veteran’s Day By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photo Courtesy of Student News Daily Archives

What do you say
to years of decay
To a woman or a man
who sacrificed all
defending freedom for our land

Is thank you enough
when they’ve had it so tough
To come home bandaged wrapped
after fighting tyranny and hate
or worse sent back in a crate

We discharge them back home
then leave them alone
To keep fighting and struggling
a monumental effort to maintain
while still staying sane

Before they are grown
they are drafted and flown
To lands where freedom failed
the ones that survived returning
to find their own government bailed

The Waiting is Over! We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn’t Learn in a Textbook is Here! 🥳

I followed my friend Dwight to Kym Gordon Moore’s blog and in particular to read and read about her new publication, “We Are Poetry.” I have barely started and already I’m shaking my head yes and spouting, “WOW” to my confused but loyal pups! Not only a fantastic and prolific writer, her insight and ability to motivate a resting or sleeping muse is incredible. Mine was dozing a bit, but is wide awake now! Check out this ultra-fantastic movement and enjoy as I am!

From Behind the Pen

I’m so excited! And I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!!! Channeling my inner Pointer Sisters! 😜 You can best bet I am grinning from ear to ear right about now. Of course, there was a snafu with the Kindle version, something about a reflowable error. I should have known things were going along a little too smoothly! 😝 They are in the process of getting this fixed and should take a couple of days, but the paperback version is READY! Thanks for everyone’s support! I think I need a drink right now! 🥂 Cheers y’all!

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Disconnect

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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Disconnect then reconnect
then disconnect
repeat.

Each broken pathway
leaves painful thorns
in both feet.

One step then two
and by three you
have gone.

Chasing your dreams
following the sun
leaving her far behind.

The Feeder

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photo by Rosaleen Egan
newmarkettoday.ca

Night has slipped away,
morning light dapples
through leaves not yet
dropped in the Fall breeze.

Bird call stirs my soul,
my throat aches to answer in kind.
Woodpecker’s laugh as they break
open their peanuts on a tall light pole.

Tiny chickadee’s swoop in and out
snatching their favored bits from
the feeder before darting back into
the security of the pine branches.

Squirrels and doves sit patiently
on the ground, awaiting bird scraps.
Thrushes barge in by three’s knocking other ground feeder’s out of the way.


The breeze picks up, a storm
approaches sending large raindrops
ahead. One last spattering of sweet
bird song before we all must go in.

9 Elm Hill

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #209 150 Words
Hosted by crispina kemp

Photograph by Chrispina Kemp

The flight had been extremely bumpy from Atlanta to Norwich. It was not her first time in the United Kingdom, but it was her first time to take a transcontinental flight for a first date!

Imagine at her age, flying across the ocean to meet a man she had only ever spoken to online or on the telephone. They had finally progressed to ‘face-timing’ against her protestations. She was no beauty and feared yet another rejection after being seen in person, as it were.

Yet, he had told her she was even more beautiful. No one had ever told her she was beautiful before; she was instantly enamored.

So, here she was in Great Britain about to walk into the Briton Arms Coffee House and Restaurant on 9 Elm Hill in Norwich to meet the man of her dreams. She inhaled the crisp Fall air deeply, and went inside.

An Entire Life

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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In an entire life
when being one’s self
is not enough
or too much
for another person –
Who does one turn to?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
causes angst in others
or uncomfortable
feelings of responsibility –
Who should change?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
leaves one alone
and lonely for days on end
no one to talk or share with –
Who wants this person … ever?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
is a heart full of love
wishing only for affection
and love echoed in return
Who would choose one’s self?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
brought failed marriages
estranged family and friends
loss of financial stability and homes
Who can one’s self become?