The Painting By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
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Not good enough
Never good enough
Always I am lacking
Hours and hours
I paint and I paint
Always I am slacking
Brushes move to and fro
In and out dipping and flicking
Always I am retracting
No forward movement
Unable to break through
Always I am counteracting
The lake so calm so blue
This painting I will gift to you
Always I am detaching
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Lost
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
I knew she was lost for all eternity, the moon and the planets had come into alignment, just as that old detective had warned me would happen.
I had not believed him, he was known to embellish his findings and foretelling’s with relish. The trail had gone cold, even before I had finished checking every street in four counties searching for her.
My beloved pet was gone, I’d never be able to make it without her. She was my companion, my helper, my assistance, my friend.
I sat on the old couch where she slept, completely devastated. That’s when the doorbell rang once, twice, three times before I could manage to get myself up and walk to the front door.
The detective stood on the other side of the heavy door, holding a box in one hand and his old police issue flashlight in the other. My heart sank, starring down at that loathsome box. Something white barely stuck out of the tipped up end he was holding.
“Open it,” he said quietly.
My hands shook, my imagination running wild with horrific images of my girl, somehow stuffed inside. I knew it was impossible, she was much too large; but the fear was stark and real.
We ended up sitting down together on my sweet pet’s couch, the box now resting on my lap. Slowly, I lifted the lid to find a tuft of her white fur taped crudely onto a piece of paper with little bits of cut out letters glued haphazardly together.
It was a ransom note!
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Three Things Challenge #950
Prompt hosted by pensitivity101
Your three words today are:
CROWD, BUSY, RUSH
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As the busy crowd rushes by
I stand alone
Watching the people come and go
Unable to be them or join them
I wonder why
As the busy crowd rushes by
Perhaps if I rush as they do
If only I could
They would see me here all alone
Moving away from the busy crowd
Nobody sees me
Perhaps if I rush as they do
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
2022 April Poem-A-Day Challenge For today’s prompt, write a moving on poem. Posted by ROBERT LEE BREWER
carrying you within myself
terrifyingly secure within me
first kick let me know you were there
many kicks more until then
your time to enter this new world
arriving just fine and exactly on time
just now I looked up to see
a young man all grown now on his own without me not needing a mom
so it’s time to move on and let go
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing prompt #257 LUMINOUS
The challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 30 words using the word “Luminous.”
Luminous is the bright flickering
candle’s flame in the window
guiding you home to me
Luminosity fills our hearts
full of compassion and care
lights the flame of our lives
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
The front door opens
you walk through
your back straight
much stronger than
I am
Another goodbye
fingers trail together
puppy frets in the back
you navigate out of
my driveway
Sun glints off the cab
of your new pick-up truck
hiding tears of your leaving
in the backseat your little
puppy’s whining
She just like me does not
want you to leave to stay
here for good would
be heaven
Laying here in my bed
alone and so cold
thinking about who
you are with now
heart hurting
Wondering how long
it will be until you are
back here with me
and as happy again as
I am
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Story Challenge in 99 Words – Hosted by
The Carrot Ranch Literary Community April 25, 2022
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They’re up and away. Old, young, professionals, the sick. All of them were innocent, including her.
What would they think if they knew what she’d done? What would they do? It truly was an innocent mistake, but that was no excuse. She was a grown woman, an adult. She should never have let it happen. But she did.
She watched the mass escape, beautifully terrifying against the clear azure sky of her homeland. How many would make it?
She hefted her backpack. Setting out on foot, following the balloons; wondering if she’d make it and if she wanted to.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 