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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The chamber was not far away, but seemed an eternity away as we walked the rugged path to where it sat on sacred ground, deep in the evergreen forest. My feet ached, were cut and bleeding but I closed my mind to the sensations that were not useful to me at the moment, and walked on fiercely serene with humility and reverence for those who had gone before me. This was the ultimate test.

Seven days without food or water. The days temperatures could reach one hundred and ten degrees Fahrenheit and the night temperatures dropped severely due to the high mountain range that surrounded us.

There were no blankets to use at all, no toilet and no water. Others have gone before me and made it. Others had not.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #261 in 65 words exactly.

Far below a noise began
slight and distant and
barely discernible

Moons circled their planets
and black holes grew
Millenniums passed by

Sound rose in volume
a shattering crescendo
Past eons of galaxies

Darkness fades to black
black to purple to blue and red
Blood red obscures the sound

The outcry surged forth carried
by fear grief anger and angst
Unheard in the heavenly mix

Hi everyone! I am deeply humbled and feel extremely honored that my poem, “I Am Not A Man” has been accepted by Spillwords.com for publication in their June issue. Thank you to Dagmara K. – Director of Development | Editing Department of Spillwords.com for accepting new authors and having the courage and forethought to promote growth, diversity and excitement within the realm of poetry.

Also thank you to Bartholomew Barker for sharing his published poetry from Spillwords.com, which introduced me to this publication.

I wrote this poem in response to the recent and very upsetting efforts of those in political “elected” positions to overturn Roe vs Wade.

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

CBWC: Two Of Anything Stein Writing with christinebialzcak.com

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Three Things Challenge #975
Hosted by: pensitivity 101

Your three words today are:
FOREST
COPSE
VALLEY

My Child
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Take me to the valley
through the forest
that hugs the Earth
in Her comforting embrace

Into the copse of thick
evergreens where I may
lay my baby to rest
covered in sweet green clover

Away from the violence
of her own humankind
May you welcome her back
home to sleep in somber peace

Always a child of my heart
brought forth by my body
Then lay me down beside her
where my arms will cradle her always

Dedicated to the fallen children of
Robb Elementary school.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Whiskey Jack you look so sad tonight
not so brilliant blue or famous
as your cousin the striking Blue Jay

Your lamented caw so far out west
calling for family you will never meet
Cousins all well known just not you

Norway to Russia they will live
Revered in Tibet but not gray like you
You wear the color of the Rockies

Listen carefully and you can hear whispers of John Denver singing
Rocky Mountain High with you

Should your habitat be burned
damaged or destroyed by man
You do not fly and you do not flee

Little Gray Jay of Whisky fame
your smart family starts all over again
Foraging for sticks rocks and food

A spirit bird in Canada you are
called Whisky Jack or wiskachaan
by the Indigenous Algonquian

Mimicking other prey birds you
keep danger at bay or sing a sweet
lullaby just to pass the time by

Gray Jay do not be sad this day
other Jay’s can not use their feet
to quickly snatch all silvery things!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I purchased a lottery ticket, handing it to the bedraggled man sitting on the curb. He whooped, I smiled knowingly.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

This road I have traveled
upon these many years
The twists and turns
sudden starts and unintended stops

Have taken me through
wondrous jungles resplendent
with cawing parrots and
cackling long-toothed monkeys

Up mountains so incredibly high
to breath the air would freeze
unprotected vulnerable lungs
Glistening snow covered peaks

Standing on the deck of a ship
riding storm tossed waves up
to one hundred feet high
causing most passengers to weep

Then gliding into a paradise
full of tall coconut palms
coffee plantations with white
men’s mansions dotting the hills

Back to a home devoid of love
lacking affection and care
Reaching for that paradisiacal
arena dreamed of as a young girl

Now the road stretches before me
much shorter than ever before
Blind curves and an uncertain end
Does Paradise hide around the bend

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Monday Poetry prompt GARDEN
by Bartholomew Barker of Living Poetry

My sweet hibiscus
you bloom so beautiful
so bright

Brilliant fiery reds
purest white of whites
purple delights

With leaves of darkest green
to leaves a translucent sheen
reflecting light

By dusks fading light
you close your beauty away
for the night

Only to return with
dawn’s morning rays
just a few days

Until your beauty subsides
you curl your wonder away
fall and decay

Making way for another
to bloom and give wonder
to this gardener’s delight

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Reposting for Earthweal open link weekend #119

I am Mother Earth
birthplace of all living
and non-living things upon me

Be it animal, plant, water, dirt or sky
it is I who hold the key
to their creation or extinction

Those that are gentle upon myths skin
may live in peace and prosperity
such as the lovely butterflies

Those that rend my skin
pollute my rivers and seas
will not see my gentler side

But the rising tides of my anger
and the swell of hot magma
from my very being and my core

It is I who rules this land of mine
all these millennium and I who will stay here long after you are gone