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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Trapped inside a cell
not of his own making.
A wife of many years,
successful children,
adored grand-children many.

Happy yet longing,
contentedly dissatisfied,
aching for something more,
searching to fill his soul-ache,
unknown light to fill the void.

A bright beam to lift away
the fog of ordinary.
The touch of one forbidden
yet loved and loving.
A gift to each and each other.
A balm for both, poison for one.

Discovery would ruin his world,
tailored to his liking,
the asset of his life-long work,
all gone, yet never adrift.
Still, he comes back for more.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

It is with considerable regret
that I comprehend the wasted
journey of my youth

Unrivaled are the young
who have time to waste
tenacious are adolescent humans

Only the present has any significance
while their bones are agile
body’s able to climb

Smiling lips crack upward
at the site of bees in Spring
displaying glistening teeth

A face full of wonder
invincible expectations
ignoring the old woman rocking

Rocking, rocking, rocking,
Remembering with regret
the wasted journey of her youth

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The mirror lies to me daily
each time I gaze into its glass
I see what should be me
but is not

Others see an aged woman
looking back at them
Body abused by the passage
of time

Thinking do they
as I did too at that age
I will never get like that
no not me

It happens quite quickly
this mirror image change
Perhaps not or I forgot to look
as years passed

Now I look in the mirror
and see someone else
that can’t be me
but it is – me

Hosted by Journeys With Johnbo

Photograph’s by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

She never felt a thing
not the first twinge
not the sharp impale
of debilitating pain
That came later

Upon her chest
a tight white bandage
wound tautly to staunch
or assist in her life’s
blood seeping from her

His back to her he walked away
Red splotches forming
upon the stark white cloth
widening with each
of his retreating steps

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Night drips through the hours
as molasses through a sieve.
Each tormented minute
measured by the clocks
onerous ticking.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Daylight streams through mottled
curtains just as sleep begins
to claim the nights wakeful victim.
Suns rays beat on a body assailed
by age, despair and loneliness.

Blackness creeps over the sea,
across the mountains and valleys
to persecute it’s innocent pawn.
Robbing her, stealing from her
the rejuvenating slumber to heal.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Each turn of the Equator
around and around the sun.
Facing in, facing out
trailing into years that in the end,
become mere seconds in time.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #200 #Consequences Posted by Bob Fairfield

Little did she know
Had she known
A monumental
Error she would make

She would never
Not even have ever
Popped herself in there
In her kinetic frenzy

The bottle neck
Unholy diminutive
No handholds
No footholds to get out

Her destiny
Now unfolds
The consequence
Of impulsivity

To be trapped
Within this cell
Of glass to float
For all eternity

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

When there is no answer
to the question asked
Do we ask the question anyway

When an alternate path
never rises before us
How do we know where to go

When clouds obscure the sun
blocking its healing rays
Will we shield our fragile eyes

When the rain doesn’t fall
upon the parched Earth
Shall we plant our gardens faithfully

When our coffers grow bare
leaving only one can to fare
Should we share the last one

When unparalleled love
knocks on our locked door
Dare we open our wounded heart

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

3TC hosted by pensitivity101
Three Things Challenge #M78

Your three words today are:
DRESS
SKIRT
SHIRT

I’m wondering why
Exactly that is –
why I can’t wear
a shirt for a skirt!

Or in the interest
of time and creativity
couldn’t I wear
a dress for a shirt

Then pair my dress
that’s a shirt
with my shirt
that’s a skirt

Leaving the skirt
at home where it belongs
not being the prettiest
skirt not even as a shirt!