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Response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Lovers –February 22, 2022
https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-lovers-february-22-2022/
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
That our love is as faraway and unattainable as the moon
Yet the moon we hold between us
In response to Stine Writing’s Simply six Minutes Writer’s Challenge
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
I think that I should like to be Stripes on stripes with white beneath Then I could run and jump so free Just like a Zebra would I be
I think that spots are also nice Spots all over might look like mice But I do not mean to generalize Spots are on the big felines
Splotches can be rather cool One up there and more’s the fool Or at least a very good fascicule Imagine all the kids at school
We’d run and play In the yard all day A striped boy could never stay Tied to a desk anyway
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
I can’t say exactly when it happened.
I think it was either so slow that I didn’t notice or,
so fast, well; either way it doesn’t matter.
I can’t remember anyway.
I do remember,
I think I remember but no,
more like a vague memory,
a gray shadow passing through.
That quadrant of my brain
already darkened.
Aware it’s there but in truth,
barely noticing it any longer.
I can’t say exactly when it happened,
that which I’m trying to remember.
Peering through the deep fog of time,
I remove my glasses, clean them.
But no, the memory remains vague.
It’s there and then it’s gone.
Dark shadows and the foggy mist
swallowing it.
Stealing it from me just as I reached for it.
What was I looking for?
No matter, I can’t remember anyway.
Response to K. Hartless Prompt and d’Verse Poets
Quadrille #146 I Live in Salt in 44 words only!
By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Oh Salt, sweet Salt!
How you do tempt me
Glistening on that raised rim
Dancing across the rolled top
of that monstrous Margarita glass
The golden hue of top-shelf tequila
shimmering within your sea green depths
Release me now from your ancestral hold!
The Specter
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Within the temples
crumbling walls
a scuffling did sound
A muffled boom
four stories down
Flung the ghosts door
open wide
freeing the specter
to spring forth
weaving his way to the sky
He fluttered up and took a step
onto a cloud so high
From within his large
and gaping mouth
was heard an unearthly sigh
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Heat rose off of the grimy dryer door, laid open to dissipate the sweltering, man-made heat of the clothes-oven currently being used to dry his clothes; soaked from the thunderstorm he’d walked home in.
The scent of over-heated socks and stale body odor assaulted her, the delicate scent glands of her inexperienced nostrils burning at the intrusion. This was not the life for her. This was not the life she had dreamed of, not ever, not once. Did anyone ever dream about how real-life would be?
She was going to be an oceanographer and sail the open seas with the likes of Jacques Cousteau and his sons. Perhaps one of his sons might fall in love with her and she’d be welcomed into a family of achievers. A family that made a difference in the world. A family that cared.
A knock upside her right temple stopped her mind-wandering abruptly. The man called her a simpleton, told her he’d paid her father way too much for her. Slapped her again just because he could before lumbering out of the tiny kitchen where she sat huddled against the wall, the scent of sea spray lingering in the air.
Scott’s Daily Prompt 16/02/2022
Today’s prompt is: THE CLOCK
Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
The Clock ⏰
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
The clock
That clock
Strikes its blow once again
Night retreats
It’s violent jerk
Resounding in that noisome clock
My life
Our lives
Governed by those ticking hands
The clock
The thud
The car door slammed
To Work
I go
Looked up at the clock
Late I am
To work again
Blast it all that raucous clock!
Reena’s Xploration Challenge
PROMPT #218
Changeling
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
They keep asking me as if somehow, I can just look in the mirror and know. Am I a boy or a am I a girl? I do not know.I
The that appeal to me. Keep your trucks and GI Joe’s, it’s to the theatre I want to go.
Yet standing here so gaunt and thin, wishing for things that have never been discussed out loud or in private company. What I would do for all the jewels and wealth in the world, I would give it all up for a small bit of money.
Cash to pay the surgeons bill, who’d change this boy into a girl.
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to prompt word RAMBUNCTIOUS in 6 Sentences Only by “Girlie on the Edge”
There are those that are very rambunctious among us. Their lives always full of tumultuous disorder. These unrestrained, uproarious disciples of chaotic clambering keep this earth clearly askew on its axis. I stridently search for a cacophony of silence amid the ever increasing din of raucous rollicking around me. Alas I find I’m once again thrown into the proverbial bed with a group of boisterous termagants. Until once again I can lay my head on my pillow of unadulterated opulence.
02/15/22 Oak Island, NC
First time out of the house in seven weeks due to being so sick with COVID-19 and pneumonia. Nature welcomed me home. The dolphins were jumping, fishing and surfing; sea birds swarmed the sandbar and even the mighty sun star said hello and goodnight. Blessed!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words