By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Hot or cold
Left or right
Why can’t they ever
get these faucets right?
A giant tub
A massive jacuzzi
The water pressure here
makes a girl so woozy
My toes went in fast
my shivering body followed
Couldn’t wait to dip beneath
it’s warmth and wallow
The water’s reached
it’s highest peak
But it’s internal heater
was on the blink!
The liquid I had perceived
to be roiling hot and luxurious
Was cold as ice forcing me
to exit quite uproariously!
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to:
What Do You See (WDYS) #163 December 5, 2022 posted by Sadje
During the worst drought in recorded history, the waters of San Francisco Bay dropped to levels so low, the wreck of the steamboat The City of Chester was finally located.
Shortly after Chester was discovered, The NoonDay, an 1800’s clipper ship, The S.S. Selja, a workhorse cargo steamer which sank in 1910 and The S.S. City of Rio de Janeiro, a steamer carrying immigrants to the New World and sank in 1901 were also exposed to research divers. These divers, previously unable to penetrate the extreme depths and cold waters of the Bay, eventually located over 300 wrecks dating back hundreds of years.
These lost and hidden undersea antiquities were treasured finds to the historians and scientists of the world; but no one had been prepared for the discovery of the Merpeople graves and gravestones revealed by the massive silt vacuums of the powerful underwater dredges.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Light from the burning flame
split my world apart
The walls fell around me
Ashes snaked between
a gap forged in my own
numb longing heart
Reaching out I touch
the charred remains of my life
the remnants slip through my fingers
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
My garden
my oasis
my refuge
from life
Life giving
life renewing
life saving
natural delight
Breath of fresh air
breath of Earth’s gifts
breath of cleansing perfume
flowery essence
Soil of the Mother
soil of the Creator
soil of the ages
enriches the soul
Rain sustains
rain nourishes
rain restores
washes away decay
Sun bring change
sun brings sustenance
sun brings color
bursting opulence
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
A time of cheer
and to decorate
hearth and home
No hearth you say?
No worries at all,
now you can purchase
one on eBay!
Unbox the lights
old ones and new
Either or both
tangled tight
as a screw!
Blinking or not
whatever is one to do?
Multi-colored brightness
full of rainbow delight
Maybe clear bulbs instead
turning the landscape to
a glowing pearly white
Virgin snow or sweeping sand
dunes to make everything right!
This creaky aged body
must fight for every move
each step is a torment
walking a laborious chore
I think I’ll just wait
until this time next year
to decorate!
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Loneliness
Extended loneliness
Leads to absolute emptiness
A longing
A pain so deep so dark
It obliterates all there is
Or was with an invisible silent
Internal explosion removing
The loneliness completely
Leaving chambers full
Of desolating vacancy
Harboring the pervading vacuum
Of feeling
Of loneliness
Welcome is the emptiness
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to –
Reena’s Xploration Prompt #258
Word: CESSPOOL
It’s a whirling, swirling cesspool of power hungry, greed possessed individuals purporting to represent and fight for the liberty and rights of those who voted them into positions of great and small importance.
Circling towards the center vortex in pursuit of fame, fortune and control, just like a tornado or water spout, tsunami or cyclone. These forces collapse, leaving waste and debris in the wake of what began as good intentions, but becomes corrupted by the very power they seek. Leaving behind a cesspool of spoils reeking of lies, wrong doings and evil intent.
To clean the cesspool, it must be drained completely and refilled from the bottom up with fresh representatives. Then, it’s purity must be nurtured, protected and rewarded to instill and protect its integrity. Lest our leaders become nothing but a pond of dirty water once again that needs to be thrown out, once again.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Open eyes drink in the darkness
black inkiness drips from walls
invisible in the midnight morass
An unseen clock ticks away
the laborious nighttime hours
the sound reverberates down the hall
One breath then two breaths
fear constricting muscles
into cramped bunches of sinew
Gray fog lists restlessly at windows
obscuring a moon disguised
by the shadow of Mother Earth
Rising without donning electric
lights to illuminate the suffocating crepuscular of empty rooms
Crackers and milk stave off
tenebrous imaginings of creatures
starved for eventide repast
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Antiseptic fumes fill my raw nostrils
disembodied voices swirl above me
Television commercials blare in unison
leaking from the doorways of untold rooms
Beeps and buzzers assault my ears
rubber heeled medical personnel
dart in and out their squeaky stampede
heralding the advancing doom
Chest tightens breath leaves my lungs
with no return intake or relief
Silent screams resonate in my head
the ceaseless nightmare continues
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