By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
One-Liner Wednesday –
April 20, 2022 Hosted by Linda G. Hill
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Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Sunday’s prompt word for Six Sentence Stories hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge and the Prompt Word is Tree.
Pointing in wonder at the huge thing made of fiberglass, fabric and optical lights behind the thick glass in the museum display, the youngest boy asked his dad what it was.
The dad looked up and could not believe how tall it was or that something living could ever get so big.
Amazed, he turned to his own dad, the youngest boys Grandpa and asked if he knew what the thing was that had captured the rapt attention of all of them.
Their grandpa strained to lift his head, his arthritic neck complaining so loudly, they all heard the ominous popping of his joints as he looked up and up higher and higher.
When his eyes finally reached the top, a small tear formed in his hazy eye when he told them it had been nearly a hundred years since he had seen one.
His eyes grew misty as he remembered and told them a story with love and longing how these used to grow by the thousands, created forests and woods and homes for all the wild creatures of the earth and he said with subdued reverence, that’s a replication of a tree my loves, extinct so long ago I’m sad to say and all the children echoed his word with innocent adulation, tree.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Tuesday Ragtag Daily Prompt is soft. By drkottaway from ragtagcommunity at WordPress.com
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The first little angel out of the gate, bounced on the biggest fluffiest cloud he could find. He was sure his cloud was the softest and fluffiest one ever.
The second little angel did a swan dove into her fluffy cloud. She exclaimed that hers was softest because she sank down just a tad.
The third and forth little angels, twins you know, bounced so hard they bounced over onto the first little angels cloud where they played merrily and loud! Theirs was certainly not the softest cloud.
The fifth little angel was timid and sweet. He was so tiny he even had tiny feet. He could not bounce alone because his legs weren’t full grown, but a sweeter little angel you’d never meet.
So glowing grown-up Angel, held him over the most softest cloud, holding the little boys tiny body in the palm of his glowing hand. Said he not to be afraid, because soon he would land into the very loving arms of a mom and a dad.
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
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 my 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
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to De Jackson, aka whimsygizmo, host for dVerse Quadrille Monday. Prompt word CHALK used within a 44 word poem.
She stepped over the threshold
hesitant
Hanging in mid-air before her
a chalkboard
Her life’s history written in white chalk on the chalkboard
Detailed year by year and day by day minute by minute
Were those seconds delineated next to every single minute?
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
The air crisp for a mid-April morn
Yet by noon-time
Flower petals are dry and brittle
Beneath the old Bald Cypress tree
lay two special eggs
hidden each Easter Day
Though both are grown
No longer at home
I hid these two precious eggs
Knowing one day
You’ll both come home to find
the precious gifts I harbor inside
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to a prompt provided by Linda G. Hill for The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 16, 2022
The prompt words: nose/noes/knows
My little girl
has two little feet
as cute as they can be
On those feet
are ten little toes
pretty little digits all
Alas my little girl
grew to be a big girl
she’s over six feet tall
Her pretty little feet
now pretty big feet
did sport ten stinky big toes
When I asked her one day
spying her shoes where they lay
Say what is that smell?
My big little girl denied
straight-faced with a whirl
she had not even a clue
But a mother’s nose knows
when her little girls toes
do stink up a room for sure
No matter how those ten toes
denied with adamant noes
it was not their foul aromatic smell
A mother does know
in fact she will always know
the scent of ten stinky toes
There’s nothing quite like it
no man-made sniffer that can rival a mother’s whose nose knows noes
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Today is your wedding day
your day full of happiness
and joy
I remember that look on your face so happy and loving when you were a
little boy
The look of wonder and the look of awe when you opened a new
Christmas toy
Or when you ran so fast and so hard
and rode your bike near and far you
utterly enjoyed
Playing with kittens and puppies
bearded dragons and snakes too and
sharing pomeroy’s
You determinedly rode that big yellow bus on your first day of school
so overjoyed
At the end of the day a call to say you had strayed on to the wrong bus home
brave boy
My frantic attempt to chase down that bus who inside held my sweet boy
street ploys
When you came running around that corner with your knockout smile
heart joy
How I wish it could be so
that you still loved me though
heart destroyed
Yet with all of that I can wish you
only the best and a life full of love
sad goodbye
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Darkness swallows my fear
the gloom smothers my dreams
Moonless nights call forth
from within me – something
Barefoot stepping on branches
sharp further and further into a
Noiseless universe pulling
me into a void of – nothingness
Night so dark it drips
from my own bare limbs
Inky blackness inhaled
fills mouth and nose – drowning
Down, down into the black abyss
straining to stay on top
Sucking me roughly to the bottom
where I emerge – anew
By Gypsie Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC)
Today’s word is COLONY.
They all look so happy, so content, each in their own little colonies. I like to watch, to see the warmth in their eyes as they greet. Husband and wife embrace and say hello, children run to their parents and grandchildren hop up and down to see what treats their grandparents and even great-grandparents may have brought them.
Little babies coo pleasantly along with the night songbirds and giddy tree frogs hugging the trees surrounding the village.
Evening settles and the women sing together as they cook. Batting away at the myriad of night insects hoping to catch a meal either from them or what’s cooking in the big pots.
Darkness surrounds the colony and the children are all asleep; all except one or two who stubbornly refuse to give up the fight against sleepiness. Eventually they grow quiet too, along with the dogs, cows, horses and other day creatures.
I hear the soft loving murmur of men, wrapping their arms protectively around their women as they slip into bed. Other sounds are heard, signaling my leaving time.
This colony is full. I sigh. I move on.
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