Cellpic Sunday 10/2/22 Hosted by Journeys With Johnbo
I don’t have any Sunday pictures as I was otherwise distracted, so I’ll post this picture of my babies relaxing during the height of Hurricane Ian. Not a worry in the world. Oh to be a dog!
All photographs by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
One heart reaches
touches
affixes
To another heart
connected
committed
To someone else
One heart aches
withers
shrinks
At the rebuff
fighting
screaming
For someone else
Three hearts wounded
broken
crushed
By two hearts
searching
finding
That someone else
FOTD – October 1 – Ranunculus, Roses, Rhodie
Warning! Possible trigger – suicide content!
In response to paeansunplugged’s prompt Poetics: The Good And The Evil for dVerse Poets Pub
I think I’m done, she said to no one in particular. I can’t do this anymore. The pain is too great, and the loneliness is worse.
And what is it you will do? Said a deep gravely voice with glee.
I have pills, different kinds. I don’t know but I’d just like to go to sleep and be done, she replied.
But you will not be done little one, it won’t be over. You will suffer endlessly should you choose this path, said a soft commanding voice.
Then what am I to do? She cried into the night.
You persevere. You continue. You fight with every ounce of your soul. You are the Light and darkness abhors the Light. Be the Light so that others may follow your Light and live too. Be the Light that wins. Be the winner, the soft voice echoed from far away.
She slept.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Wind blow
howl and moan
Sweep away
the dirt
Sweep away
the pain
Rain fall
saturate the ground
Wash away
the rubble
Wash away
the time
Lightning split
the darkened sky
Bring light
to the blackened spoils
Bring light
to Earths dark blight
Morning sun
shine brightly down
Awaken all mankind
let healing now begin
Awaken all mankind
Earths plight is dire and grim
(100 Words)
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ September 30, 2022 Photo Prompt Challenge 100 words exactly.
I was prepared for every contingency, I thought. I had a bathtub full of water to flush toilets with, or boil over the hot coals of my grill if needed for use in cleaning and brushing teeth. Pantry-full of nonperishables and items I could eat without cooking.
Both dogs safely inside, enough dog food to last a week. Books to read by candlelight. Candles, matches, lighters, charcoal, check. Seems like I have everything, all bases covered.
The lights flickered twice and then the electricity was gone. Darkness and quiet filled the house. Everything I needed was here; except you.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Gliding along in the O.T. Canoe
paddles splash alongside
in unison – out of unison
The synchronicity intrinsic
to the bond of the two within
Speed boats and Trawlers whiz
past the slow and steady canoe
their wake rocking us side to side
The noise of the motorized
floating vehicles subsides
Splash Splash Splash
the two paddles continue
pushing the long green canoe
through reeds waving in the breeze
towards a shore scattered with birds
The canoe nestled safely aground
waves caress the sandy beach
sea gulls call and egrets take flight
Oyster shells line the embankment
I revel in the quiet of nature
*O.T. – Old Town Canoe Company
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Bartholomew Barker’s Monday Poetry Prompt Word – SMOOTH.
Upon your silvery green leaves
raindrops slide joyfully
Bouncing once – twice
then soaking into the ground
toward the outstretched roots
of blossoming flowers
The crystalline beads fall from above
a dance of life-giving merriment
A smooth iridescent drink
of clear Earth Mother’s milk
Replenishing all it touches with
rejuvenated vigor and health
Saturating fields and gardens
meadows too with soothing essence
Touching the withered with magic
making that which is green brighter
Calling forth sprouts and stems
into the light of a brand new day
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Pretty by day
your buds swirling about
Open at night
White flowers a delight
So pure and so sweet
a tight bud at dusk
In darkness you open
an true clopen
Your leaves drinking suns rays
as the day passes by
Your lovely bouquets bloom
by the soft light of the moon
Bringing joy to the night creatures
insects and humans all
But the greatest reward you see is for me
the one who planted you near my oak tree
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Although the intake of mushrooms was required to complete her Shamanistic studies, she had to admit she felt very uncomfortable about it.
The key element to ingesting them safely, she could hear her spiritual advisor or guru stating to the small group; was to remember to drink lots of liquid before, during and after the ceremony
She expected the mushrooms to be dirty, unspoiled by human hands. Yet, they were washed clean, not a scar visible from the picking of or slicing of the coveted fungi.
It was her turn. She opens her hands from their lotus-like position in order to receive the solid piece of meaty, highly-hallucinogenic material. Her guru looks deeply into her amber eyes, then flicks the slice expertly onto her outstretched palms and motions to her to eat. She eats.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 