Hot Fudge Sundae Girl

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie WORDLE # 280

sundae always bless sludge pool hot fudge tiny pixie butterflies taste vivid
Bless the tiny pixie girl
With vivid butterflies in her hair
Always there to give a taste
From her pool of dark hot fudge
To he who had to sludge through life
Giving him a laugh and a smile
Served atop a giant bowl
She made for him the best darn
Sundae mixed with love

Broken Body

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Body racked with pain
Release me from your cruel torture
So I may live again

Somebody – Anybody?

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Slit – Image by KL Caley

In response to WRITEPHOTO – Slit
Hosted by KL Caley

Days hot and long
How long, unknown
No stone to mark the walls
Not a single straw to mark a year

High above a slit
Days pass by and nights
Slide through it without relief
Hands grow gnarled hair is thinning

Bitter loneliness arrives
Depression anger disbelief all
Left so many nights ago unmarked
Somebody anybody know I’m here?


By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The road from there to here
is long
From here to there
not so long

A sad mournful song
is right on key
A song mournful and sad
way out of tune

The sun sweltering hot
feeding flora and fauna
A hot sweltering sun
burns plants to the ground

A heart lonely and cold
grows still in the chest
A cold lonely heart
warms at your touch

Ocean Dreaming

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photo credit Darrell Whiley

In response to Photo Challenge #423
by weejars @ Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie


Salt spray clears the mind
turquoise waves carrying
foamy white topping
moves swiftly toward the shore

Squeals of delight
children chasing the tide
as shells roll furious
beneath bare ticklish feet

The air soft and warm
envelopes glowing skin
brings a wealth of renewal
to young and old the same

Across the bay people work
all day never paying any heed
to the beauty of the sea
and all she has to say


By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to E.M.’s RWP ~ #219 prompt word spiritual
Hosted by E.M. Livingston

The birds in the trees
singing to me

A brilliant red sunset
setting down in the west

A garden full of seeds
pulling all its weeds

Warming in the sun
surf, sand and sea for fun

The soft gentle nudge
from a dog named Pudge

A newborn babies cry
sends our spirits high

The touch of a warm, loving hand
a sweet long dance

A strong loving embrace
any time any place

Evilness Returns

(A Short-Short) By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to
E.M.’s RWP ~ #218 prompt word: evilness
Hosted by E.M. Kingston

Evil is the look in their eyes
saying goodbye
for the very last time
then returning once more
walking back through the door
Evilness returning to score

Feathered Prey

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Wordle #561
The Sunday Whirl
Hosted by bwarren

glum pray birds myths growl bones trickling hum spirits willowy run lost three


Three glum birds searched the willowy forest for more of their kind. Finding only bones in the trickling river, they realized they had lost their families to pollution, plight, famine, and the dreaded hunter.

They heard the gentle hum of their families spirits before an evil growl above them spoken of in the myths of their ancestors, invaded their peace. The three little birds had to run hard and long to find a hiding place, where they stopped to pray for safety from the vicious hunting dogs and their cruel human masters.