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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Disconnect then reconnect
then disconnect
repeat.

Each broken pathway
leaves painful thorns
in both feet.

One step then two
and by three you
have gone.

Chasing your dreams
following the sun
leaving her far behind.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Night has slipped away,
morning light dapples
through leaves not yet
dropped in the Fall breeze.

Bird call stirs my soul,
my throat aches to answer in kind.
Woodpecker’s laugh as they break
open their peanuts on a tall light pole.

Tiny chickadee’s swoop in and out
snatching their favored bits from
the feeder before darting back into
the security of the pine branches.

Squirrels and doves sit patiently
on the ground, awaiting bird scraps.
Thrushes barge in by three’s knocking other ground feeder’s out of the way.

The breeze picks up, a storm
approaches sending large raindrops
ahead. One last spattering of sweet
bird song before we all must go in.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #209 150 Words
Hosted by crispina kemp

The flight had been extremely bumpy from Atlanta to Norwich. It was not her first time in the United Kingdom, but it was her first time to take a transcontinental flight for a first date!

Imagine at her age, flying across the ocean to meet a man she had only ever spoken to online or on the telephone. They had finally progressed to ‘face-timing’ against her protestations. She was no beauty and feared yet another rejection after being seen in person, as it were.

Yet, he had told her she was even more beautiful. No one had ever told her she was beautiful before; she was instantly enamored.

So, here she was in Great Britain about to walk into the Briton Arms Coffee House and Restaurant on 9 Elm Hill in Norwich to meet the man of her dreams. She inhaled the crisp Fall air deeply, and went inside.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In an entire life
when being one’s self
is not enough
or too much
for another person –
Who does one turn to?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
causes angst in others
or uncomfortable
feelings of responsibility –
Who should change?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
leaves one alone
and lonely for days on end
no one to talk or share with –
Who wants this person … ever?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
is a heart full of love
wishing only for affection
and love echoed in return
Who would choose one’s self?

In an entire life
when being one’s self
brought failed marriages
estranged family and friends
loss of financial stability and homes
Who can one’s self become?

(144 Words)
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to dVerse Poets Pub prompt from Tulips & Chimneys, by e. e. cummings using the last line of IX-Impressions: ‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’

Posted by Linda Lee Lyberg – Write a story of 144 words or less, not including the title.
(RULES: The story must have a beginning and an end, and should not be poetry. You must use the poetry line above within your story in its entirety without inserting any other words.)
______________________________

Awaiting the night, the day drags eternal. Minute after minute melts into hours that drizzle down windows caked with age and grime.

Finally, finally Old Sol gives up his day reigns to allow Lady Moon to rule the night. Creatures of darkness slip from beneath fallen brown and red marbled leaves, damp from evening dew.

Huge toads emerge slowly, eyes scan the area for land and air predators, also beasts of blackness. Owls, snakes, crocodiles of the swamp and bigger toads out to find a tasty meal, or two.

Crickets chirp their melancholy mating song. The paramour of the previous night, devoured by another drawn by her tune. The eater later finds himself within the belly of an even bigger connoisseur of fresh prey.

It is this darkness that bids the writer out for in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Guard against ego
yourself and others

Focus a kind thought
on the breath of fresh air
rustling the leaves of the gentle
willow tree waiting at life’s end

Anchored in her Tree of Life pot
trust her to forgive all transgressions

Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Last on the Card – October 2022 Hosted by bushboys world

Last Photo for October 2022

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Unlike two meteors
that collide in the darkness
the nothingness of deep space

They met by choice although Fate
played a joker’s hand on that day
Her looking for love and devotion

Him looking for a distraction
someone to care for and to nurture
to use when convenient or needed

Like a sticky spiders web intricate
in its weave he enraptured her and wrapped her within his warm cocoon

Dangling from a fine silvery thread waiting for his return with wings
folded tight around her lithe form

But if the butterfly’s bed of silk
is not tended and left to dry out
the creature within withers away

The spider perpetually busy spinning
and working building himself
a strong home does not notice

No matter to the spider as butterflies
are plentiful and always looking
for a place to alight and call home

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I watched a man today, an older man he was, walking quick as can be from the store across the parking lot to his truck where he’d left it you see.

Toddling far behind, each step
appeared laborious with no obvious nomenclature, was his wife of as many years, but much rounder in her stature.

He didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem
to mind that his wife of many untold
years, he’d left so far behind. He dropped his small shopping bag into the rear gate, slid beneath the steering
wheel where he proceeded to just wait.

The stout woman trudged along, her eyes straight ahead. Her feet seemed to lag behind the swaying of her head. She neither smiled or grimaced in her wake while she struggled on alone. Her husband of a long, long time sitting idly while she climbed into his truckish throne.

Not once did he relinquish his kingly domain to offer her assistance, this woman who bore his name. She pulled and she clambered to take her seat so high and before her belt was fastened tight, onto the highway he did fly.

Photograph by ©Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

John Steiner, the blogger behind Journeys With Johnbo, has this prompt he calls Cellpic Sunday in which he asks us to post a photo that was taken with a cellphone, tablet, or another mobile device.