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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Little seed I planted deep
in
the
ground
Spreading water all around
will
you
grow
Up strong and so tall

Or will you stay snug
wrapped in
your soil
covered rug
To stay little and small
becoming
nothing
at all

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #270 – JAMBOREE
in 86 words exactly.

Another jamboree marches by, I smile and I cry and I smile some more. The festival colors, all a flutter in rain or in shine bring a tear of gladness to my eye, a hidden tear of agony to my heart.

Watching people strolling around, dancing around, happy and laughing within the crowd, brings me such joy. You are there walking so free without me, unable to walk by your side, I die inside. Then you look up and smile and I smile again – for you.

(86 Words)

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to two prompts:

Had I a red cherry for every memory lost I’d own the largest cherry tree
from the East to the West Coast

Sweet mountain cherries all fresh
Picked daily in the new morning dew
Each one a memory returning to me

Some so tart set my mouth a-pucker
Others sweeter than honey’s nectar
Good ones or bad ones memories all

Erubescent rubies piled up so high
A delicious bite of cold crimson fruit
Bringing magical memories to mind

Each remembrance is treasured true
Lay in a bowl full of luscious cherries
Lovingly shared with every one of you

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

WWDYS #144-A Picture Prompt
Hosted by Sadje

There is a walkway in my mind,
I travel through it
from time to time.

My breathing slows,
I cross my legs
and travel far below.

Along the tree lined
path I find several old
friends of mine.

Waiting patiently near
the bank my beautiful
timber-wolf appears.

Flying strongly overhead
her wings outstretched
the hawk in sky does tread.

Into the trees I now spy
a massive buck
his rack so high.

Then through the water
crystal clear a sweet
blue dolphin brings up the rear.

All are guides my friends
it’s true they come to me
my heart does mend.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

How would it be to be floating
pain free with a heart full of glee?
Up among the clouds
not barely a sound.

How would it be to be floating
pain free upon the sea?
Body buoyant and light
no more fighting or fright.

How would it be to be floating
pain free as far as you could see?
Across the darkness of space
angelic and full of grace.

How would it be to be floating
pain free across a grassy ley?
Go on a long mountain hike
or ride on a cool tandem bike.

Would someone tell me?

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Poetry Form: Loop Poetry
Hosted by Grace July 28, 2022

Dawn burns bright so hot
Hot to little puppy feet
Feet rise and fall so quickly
Quickly they jump into the pool

Pool is chilly and feels wonderful
Wonderful cool water soothes hot feet
Feet splash and paddle away the hurt
Hurt subsides in joyful playfulness

Playfulness makes a puppy happy
Happy puppy barks in exuberance
Exuberance for life and owner
Owner smiles with love at dawn

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The battle’s almost over
Pain will be the victor
Body growing tired
Age assisting pain

Fought a fight worth fighting
Life lived in agony
Now what lay ahead
More pain more fight not me

Morning rise in misery
Lunchtime brings the same
Dinner left uneaten
Pain has won again

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

E.M.’s RWP~ #227 Prompt Word: UNWAVERING

O say does that star-spangled
banner yet wave*
Or has the unwavering pursuit
of money and power stilled
Your Stars and Stripes
denying your loyal citizens
of their God-given rights

And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave* across a nation decimated by unwavering belief
in a statute misconstrued
to cause chaos and pain
To bring glory to the Godless
leaving the rest to fight and beg

A people we constructed this nation
unwaveringly built on principle
and pride denied the Indigenous
their land and quelling their souls
Now our own bell does toll
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave*

*Excerpts from The Star Spangled Banner written by Francis Scott Key

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Morning sun rises
brilliant golden rays
pierce a broken heart

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

sundae always bless sludge pool hot fudge tiny pixie butterflies taste vivid
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Bless the tiny pixie girl
With vivid butterflies in her hair
Always there to give a taste
From her pool of dark hot fudge
To he who had to sludge through life
Giving him a laugh and a smile
Served atop a giant bowl
She made for him the best darn
Sundae mixed with love