Purport Challenge

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris


Word prompt provided by Sammi Scribbles

The veterinarian, an aged but still lovely woman with shockingly white hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail; eyed her furry patient appreciatively.

The vet examined the gigantic cat thoroughly, looking in his mouth; wanting to know everything about the massive feline. She asked to see it’s sleeping quarters.

The vet couldn’t help but laugh spying the sign above the cats cubby – Purr-Port.

Eclectically Unique

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Picture by herviewfromhome.com

Three Things Challenge #899
Posted by pensitivity101
Your final three words for this week are:

A willful, stubborn child with a mind of her own, my parents would say; hanging their heads in shame or their palms in anger.

Such a rebel-rouser and wave-maker she is, the aunts and uncles would say; shaking their heads in pity and exasperation.

Your child is the most unyielding, obdurate and uncompromising teenager I have ever had the utter misfortune of having in my high school; the principal bellowed at my parents.

Why can’t you be like these other kids? My father asked, leading me out of the school by my ear; classmates jeering and pointing at the troublemaker.

The professor read her essay, absorbed her views and long-range plans when elected to public office; and stood in awe of this young woman he felt honored to have in his class.

Her love stood in front of her, awe and admiration in his eyes. He thanked her for being such a wonderful willful and stubborn woman with a mind of her own.

Past and Present

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris


Forehead on the chilled window
looking back in time
Different people different situation
same scenario – alone

Just when everything felt so right
falling into place
Words uttered in hushed tones made it so – clear

A deep breath to alleviate the pain
slicing through my chest
Realization of what I am
nearly too much to – bear

Peering out the frosty window
images of the past float by
Fluttering of distant feelings
Distant needs present – still

Silly girl now silly woman
expectations never change
Only places and the faces
and disappointment still – reigns

Our Place

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Picture by Rochelle

In response to the picture prompt above provided by Rochelle

There is a small place
all off on it’s own
A shack to anyone else
but to us it’s a home

I cook and I clean
I read and I write
I wait for your visit
when the time is right

From the moment you arrive
until the moment you leave
This little house we are in
is ours if only make-believe

It’s here I’ll be each day and night
in this little house where I will stay
Reading and writing and waiting
for you until the fateful day that I die

Compilation of Lewis Carroll poems into a new poem

A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky +
The Walrus And The Carpenter +

prompts provided by

and by Sanaarizvi

Picture by Ezra Tanner for Pottery Barn
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
“I say!” Said he to me,
“Have you ever seen with your ears or heard with your eyes?”
As you can imagine, I looked at him with dubious surprise.
“What say you?” Said I to him great suspicion in my voice. 
“It is but just a matter,
just a little matter of choice!”
Said he in reply.
Echoes of stark white buildings
near fifty floors high
filled with stark white coats
and a lake with a boat beneath a sunny sky came to mind.
“Kind Sir,” I said with a smile 
unwilling to cause the man pain,
“Have you per chance been
speaking to the walrus
and the carpenter again?”
“Why yes I have how could you
tell?” His eyes bright with glee.
“Well I can not lie
and I’ll tell you true, they’ve
also been talking to me!”


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Tonight as I lay upon my bed to sleep
I dream of what tomorrow will bring
Running through meadows or
along the beach
Happy and whole for all to see

Tomorrow I will wake up strong
to find within my body nothing’s wrong
And when I do rise from my bed
not an ounce of pain to be had

I can run down stairs and right back up
Run beside the garbage truck
I can swim and jump and dive
No longer worried if I’ll survive

Tomorrow there will be no pain
no pokes and prods for little gain
I’m sure that after a life like this the Angels will come and show me bliss

Tomorrow -

Whispering Haiku

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris


Haiku word prompt using the words feather and whisper posted by RONOVAN WRITES

Mockingbird’s whisper
feather light into the wind
Spring is coming soon

My Eyes

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris


In response to Eyeing the Quadrille #147 (44 words only)

Posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

Laying alone in my recliner
hard to move now
My eyes see everything
yet my eyes see nothing at all

Vivid memories bombard my mind
while I can’t remember what day it is
Still my eyes watch the memories
that play behind closed eyelids


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris


In response to Six Sentence Story PROMPT WORD: CANVAS provided by girlieontheedge’s blog.

It was finally finished after hours and hours of work, a lifetime really, and it was extraordinary if she did say so herself. The gifted artist looked down at her hands and sighed deeply; no matter how hard she tried she always ended up with paint all over her hands and clothes.

She sat back, examining her masterpiece, it really was her best work so far. Looking around the studio she sighed again, cringing this time as she surveyed the absolutely horrid mess all around her.

Before she had a chance to clean up, familiar footsteps resounded down the hallway and a long-legged woman stood in the doorway of the studio, arms on her hips with a scowl plastered firmly upon her face.

Lifting her arms, the little artist was hefted from within the chaotic tumble of paints and dripping paintbrushes to be unceremoniously plopped into the massive bathtub now filled with warm water and bubble bath.