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Secret Admirer
Image credit – Leighann Blackwood @ Unsplash A response to Keith’s Rambling’s response The Letter for Sadje’s What Do You See? photo prompt #177, March 13, 2023
Dear Keith,
You do not know me and I realize it’s odd to write a “love-letter” at our age but – oh, this is not a love letter at all! I mean, what I’d like to say is I like you, very much. If you do not like me, that’s ok. Well, of course you do not like me, you’ve never met me so there is that. Should you like to get the chance to like me, not that you have to of course. Like me that is. What I mean to say is, maybe we could meet at McDonald’s sometime and I could give you a shake?
That didn’t quite come out right. What I mean to say is, I’d like to buy you a milkshake if you’d like? I realize you may be lactose intolerant, so many our age are. Not that I’m intimating that you are aged of course or that I am, although if you hope to meet a younger woman at McDonald’s of course that is your choice, it’s just that it wouldn’t be me. So if I see you at McDonald’s with a younger woman I will understand but, would still love to buy you a milkshake, or cola or even a diet soda in case you are diabetic.
I do hope you will reconsider the younger woman and meet me for dinner at your local McDonald’s next Friday evening? I apologize for the delay, but I do have to obtain a passport and then book a flight across the big pond to get to you, so I hope with the time changes and jet lag, that I can get there before they close. By the way, do you prefer a chocolate, vanilla or strawberry milkshake?
P.S. As I’m quite a distance from you, I have asked Sadje to slip my little not-a-love-letter note beneath your door. Cheers!! -
Cellpic Sunday
In response to Journeys with Johnbo March 12, 2023
A very rainy and chilly Sunday down here in the South!
Sunrise in Southport, NC 03/12/23 Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 
Early Rainy Day Couch Potatoes Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 
Almost Sunny Out Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris -
Black Is the Night
pexels.com Pain is a hateful master
demanding attention
before the sun begins to rise
No morning stretches
alleviate the punishment
now extracted upon this body
Unknown transgression
precipitates this judgement
no penance or quarter given
Black is the night
swallowing silent screams
dread of coming morning -
High Upon The Mountain
In response to dVerse Poets Pub MTB: Three Way Split
High, light, highlight
Posted by Laura Bloomsbury
Picture courtesy of Mountain Goat by Wikipedia High atop a mountain peak
mountain goats climb
to find a tasty bit
of moss or grass or
anything green is fine
Light filters through trees
resplendent in winter
wearing mantles formed
by glistening diamond-like
Alpine snow crystals
Summer’s sunny warmth
melts the frigid landscape
a rare highlight to spy
a lone Goat traversing
cliffs with mighty grace -
In Bloom
For Wordless Wednesday and Bloghops Various
Pink Dogwood Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 
Bradford Pear Tree Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 
Bradford Pear Tree Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 
Bradford Pear Tree at Dusk Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 
Raven Tree Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris -
The Meeting
The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #595 hosted by bwarren Faux halo glows
ominous above
the serene face
A woman sighs
numb to his
killing mind
Voice of an angel
the thought leaping
into her thoughts
A twig of alarm
slides into her consciousness
a quiver of awareness
His killing eyes mesmerized her
a dark knowing between them
Was she to be front page news? -
The Tree’s Top
In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #301 – TREETOP 
The Big Tree in Orlando, FL approximately 400 years old Two years old
I am sure the top of the tree
is definitely attainable
Ten years old
muscles and bones strong
midway up the treetop visible
Thirteen years old
I climb until I see the treetop
I reach for the summit
Tumbling over and over
children’s laughter ringing
in my ears – I fall
A vicious bully’s
trick defines the
rest of my life -
Sailing Away
Courtesy of The Outdoor Voyage PROMPT: Describe the last difficult “goodbye” you said.
In response to Fandango’s Provocative Question #153He would be gone three months, he said. Four at the most. Not really so long, he said. Four months at sea, away from me, by choice.
A sail of a lifetime to be sure. Filled with daily challenges, adventures, bonding with family, testing his skill as the skipper of a large, privately owned sailing vessel. His days consisting of open water, ports of call, exotic landscapes and free roaming wildlife. His nights packed full of rivalry, drink, wine, good food and companionship. No time for missing anyone back home, her or me certainly.
A difficult relationship made more so by distance, prior commitments and life, now made excruciatingly impossible for me, left at home, alone. Day upon day of abject loneliness, an alone he has not and will never experience. A week goes by of talking only to the dogs, if I remember to talk at all. Each night a torment, watching the hours tick by in agonizing slow-motion. Even the minute hand dragging as though mired in molasses.
Sleepless nights turn into restless days. Isolation and desolation eating away at an already damaged heart. Body craving the touch of another. A caress, a hug, a smile or a kiss. Aging comes quicker now, mortality a very real threat for either of us. Wondering if this will be our last goodbye.
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Garden Escape
Picture courtesy of pinkpix.com In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #594
garden locks creeping steal feet seems steam stars free fall joyous spaceOn bare feet I steal away
into my garden beneath
stars frozen in the dark
magnitude of space
Steam rises from grass
laden with cold evening dew
warm air locks onto cooling
leaves forming an ethereal universe
Up ahead my tree seems to open
his arms awaiting my creeping form
with joyous abandon I fall into his
branched strength – finally free
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 