By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Written in response to dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night #325 “And So The Story Goes…”
Alone on a sea
full of life
filled with predation
nurtured by death
Bright fish of orange
red, purple and blue
swim beneath my craft
ignorant of their fate
Deep azure ocean
surrounds me rocks me
taunts me – even the Great White
shark finds its mate in the amass
Drifting with the tide
only the current knows my course
I lay back watching
the stars pass by overhead
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Lead me not into the foggy abyss
hidden and nondescript
Take me into the sun
to glow and shine through
Do not seclude me within hidden
shadowy doorways
Away from life and love
display me for the world to see
Rejoice in the power of the Light
protect it from the darkness
With strength and determination
anything is possible
Lead me not into the foggy abyss
into a cold forbidden world
Sol is calling and bidding
my return to his warmth
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
A son estranged from his mother
breaks her heart
leaves her lonely
aching
His mother’s sister aloof and distant
leaves her call’s unanswered
presents and gifts without a thank you
hurtful
Daughter communicative but busy
so close but doesn’t visit
a drive of two hours too arduous
heavy-hearted
Lover chooses another path
his own life full of adventure
loving family and friends
sorrow
She remembers her parents
aunts, uncles, friends and a spouse
all removed from this world and gone
despair
Time slipping away faster and faster
body failing spirit waning
wondering why so many throw time
away
In response to Terri’s prompt @ Second Wind Leisure
All photography ©Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Hugh’s New’s and Views Wordless Wednesday 10/26/22
All photography © Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
If you are given half of their heart,
whom do they give the other half to?
Man or woman neither one survive
with only half a heart, it’s true.
A man or woman who gives their whole heart to one, be it a woman or a man
that part matters not to love;
a full heart has no room for another.
A woman who withholds half her heart
for reasons known only to her
or to both; retribution for perceived past
slights or offenses, sets her man half free.
A man who keeps half his heart
to himself, his issue or theirs,
lack of intimacy on either side,
or faded love, sets his woman half free.
Neither are to blame
there is no shame
in looking to fill your heart
to its very fullest.
Just beware and have a care
when that halfhearted lover
captures your tender beating heart;
a halfhearted lover is all you’ll ever have.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Linda Hill’s – One Liner Wednesday
“Never settle for being an after-thought to anyone.”
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Mark’s Blog: Naturalist Weekly – Prompt Word: Grasshopper
Grasshopper came by
The wind today blew strongly
Visited then left
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
The Dream
Long white gowns
embellished with lace,
Sparkling with crystals
from far off places.
Satin cut to fit a slender
figure soon to expand.
Dreams of white knights,
castles and land.
The Honeymoon
Gentle caresses tempered
by sweet new love.
Long walks on the beach
bright sunshine above.
Nights full of raw roiling lust,
sleep until breakfast’s long gone.
Words and actions start to change,
foretelling of things going wrong.
The Struggle
Two children have come
to the bride and the groom.
Their castle not a castle
grows too small, there’s no room.
His work days grow long
he’s rarely at home.
The bride sits and stares
rocking a babe, holding the phone.
The Truth
Her knight never home,
the nights are so cold.
Growing tired she decides
to follow, to watch and be bold.
With kids, the dog loyal by her side
she sees him with a lovely woman.
Heart broken in two her soul tattered
goes home to pack a small pullman.
The Struggle
Texts and calls and plea’s from him,
all of which she refused to receive.
His letters and visits from his friends,
not his words would she ever believe.
The court battles turned brutal
each wanting to exact the most pain.
In the end the judge split them
and nothing at all had been gained.
The Rest
An old woman now stooped and grey, watched with love her daughters face.
That gown of soft satin encrusted with jeweled crystals and lace,
Swirled as she walked down the aisle
with her own knight by her side.
The mother of her past her prime,
prays a life not a waste land this time.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Left unattended,
a once vibrant garden
withers and dies.
The loving touch
of a gardener creates
blossoms of beauty.
Water, nutrients
attention and care
bring the Earth to light.
Left alone to burn
in the sand or drown
in torrential rains –
The lush budding vines
the emergence of perennials
are hushed by a cretinous fist.
Nature’s Glory stilled
unwittingly or willingly
by the appetite of man –
Will survive.
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