Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

(144 Words)
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to dVerse Poets Pub prompt from Tulips & Chimneys, by e. e. cummings using the last line of IX-Impressions: ‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’

Posted by Linda Lee Lyberg – Write a story of 144 words or less, not including the title.
(RULES: The story must have a beginning and an end, and should not be poetry. You must use the poetry line above within your story in its entirety without inserting any other words.)
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Awaiting the night, the day drags eternal. Minute after minute melts into hours that drizzle down windows caked with age and grime.

Finally, finally Old Sol gives up his day reigns to allow Lady Moon to rule the night. Creatures of darkness slip from beneath fallen brown and red marbled leaves, damp from evening dew.

Huge toads emerge slowly, eyes scan the area for land and air predators, also beasts of blackness. Owls, snakes, crocodiles of the swamp and bigger toads out to find a tasty meal, or two.

Crickets chirp their melancholy mating song. The paramour of the previous night, devoured by another drawn by her tune. The eater later finds himself within the belly of an even bigger connoisseur of fresh prey.

It is this darkness that bids the writer out for in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Guard against ego
yourself and others

Focus a kind thought
on the breath of fresh air
rustling the leaves of the gentle
willow tree waiting at life’s end

Anchored in her Tree of Life pot
trust her to forgive all transgressions

Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Last on the Card – October 2022 Hosted by bushboys world

Last Photo for October 2022

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Unlike two meteors
that collide in the darkness
the nothingness of deep space

They met by choice although Fate
played a joker’s hand on that day
Her looking for love and devotion

Him looking for a distraction
someone to care for and to nurture
to use when convenient or needed

Like a sticky spiders web intricate
in its weave he enraptured her and wrapped her within his warm cocoon

Dangling from a fine silvery thread waiting for his return with wings
folded tight around her lithe form

But if the butterfly’s bed of silk
is not tended and left to dry out
the creature within withers away

The spider perpetually busy spinning
and working building himself
a strong home does not notice

No matter to the spider as butterflies
are plentiful and always looking
for a place to alight and call home

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I watched a man today, an older man he was, walking quick as can be from the store across the parking lot to his truck where he’d left it you see.

Toddling far behind, each step
appeared laborious with no obvious nomenclature, was his wife of as many years, but much rounder in her stature.

He didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem
to mind that his wife of many untold
years, he’d left so far behind. He dropped his small shopping bag into the rear gate, slid beneath the steering
wheel where he proceeded to just wait.

The stout woman trudged along, her eyes straight ahead. Her feet seemed to lag behind the swaying of her head. She neither smiled or grimaced in her wake while she struggled on alone. Her husband of a long, long time sitting idly while she climbed into his truckish throne.

Not once did he relinquish his kingly domain to offer her assistance, this woman who bore his name. She pulled and she clambered to take her seat so high and before her belt was fastened tight, onto the highway he did fly.

Photograph by ©Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

John Steiner, the blogger behind Journeys With Johnbo, has this prompt he calls Cellpic Sunday in which he asks us to post a photo that was taken with a cellphone, tablet, or another mobile device.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Grass oh grass why do you grow
where you are unwelcome not wanted
in my flowers and sweet garden soil?

Not within the great expanse of lawn where in Spring you were sown,
no puerile carpet except in these beds.

Beds prepared for flowers and bushes
and such, are not made for rippled clumps of long verdant green blades.

The flowers are lovely I do so agree,
but their spot is theirs and the yard’s
for your waving verdurous hue.

So I must remove from my garden’s
rich loam, the small protruding
slivers of grass where it’s strayed.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

What wicked webs of deceit
we weave for love and for lust
It is not out of goodness and light
that force us to subtly deceive

The power of nature we try to control
with our laws of commitment
Lay our hands on the sacrament
pledging to that we can never sustain

We of humankind think we fool
when the fools in truth are we
To place our future in the stars
wish upon them so far away

How ignorantly wise we think we are
to slither beneath our wedding vows
While in our minds we compromise
it’s not our fault – somehow

At our twilight or maybe before
there is no way to truly foretell
The web we think we wove so well
will catch us one and all in the end

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Bring me bad today
my mood is dark
Searching for the elusive
the meanest of the sharks

Think again to defeat me
teeth and sharp claws have I
Show me your worst
I’ll scratch out your eyes

Sit me down in a restaurant
full of love and laughter alone
I won’t bend and I won’t give
all I need is my old cell phone

Loneliness leave me now
in my space with Jose Cuervo©
Mexican music loud all around
not thinking about my futuro

So bring me some bad today
I can handle anything that’s thrown
One misstep one wrong word
you’ll see how bad I’ve really grown

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sadje’s - What do you see # 158- October 31, 2022

He left the door open! Do I stay or do I run? He might be waiting right outside, a test to see if I’ll stay. The grass is so green, the sky brilliant blue and there’s freedom right through those doors.

But, do I want freedom? He takes care of me, feeds me, keeps me warm. Sure, there are some uncomfortable times, but isn’t there always no matter where you are or who you’re with?

Maybe I could just poke my head out, see what’s out there and breathe the cool Autumn air. I’ll bet it smells like fall flowers, pumpkins and bonfires burning. It’s Halloween night, at least I think it’s Halloween night.

If I run, he’ll be upset, mad. It will hurt his feelings and make him sad. I don’t want to make him sad, or mad. He promised me a special treat on Halloween.

What if leaving the doors open is my treat and I don’t take it? He’ll really be angry with me then, or will he be angry if I do take it, leave, run. I can hear footsteps, it’s him. Or maybe not, might be someone else. If they find me, he will be livid.

Do I stay or do I run?