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By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to photo prompt above provided by Frank J. Tassone for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday 3-28-22

prone beneath a tree
cherry blossoms frame the sky
around me dying

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to word prompts provided by The Sunday Whirl
(dawn tips stretched awoke mists off quiet shouldered blur again laughed whirred)

quiet laughter whirred the mists
tips of early blooming tulips shouldered through the
blur of old snow drifts
stretched to touch the dawn
returning to turn off
the cold weather months
and welcome once again
Spring!

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Inspired by Jane Aguiar’s poem Dual Identify

If I should remove my mask
Would you still love me?
To gaze upon my face
barren and plain
Would you dare even
whisper my name?

If I bared my heart revealing all the mistakes the failed tries at a life-long love and one true mate
Would you still love me?
To see the all the scars and
heart break memoirs?

And should I expose all
that I know from depravity
to heavens pure love
Unimaginable pain to erotic release
Will you tear me to shreds leaving me
alone with my hurt piece by piece?

If I removed all the glue
to show all of me to you –
Would you still love me true?

by (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

On paper everything looks to be
just as sweet as sweet can be
He takes her and she takes him
together now their life begins

When next a paper does arise
he brushes teardrops from her eyes
A baby girl was born to them
another paper signing then

A few years later to their surprise
a little boy package does arrive
But with this child some issues came this child it seems was not the same

Papers oh papers were thrust upon sign here sign there and on and on
Insurance papers – insurance waivers
doctor bills and begging favors

Soon enough the tension built
forgotten words before the guilt
The edge of time brought no relief
each one dealing with their own grief

The united two were separate now
one got the car and one the house
Papers spread across the table
Lawyers bade them sign when able

On the papers they began to sign
then their eyes met one last time
Pen by pen they stopped and then
looked at each other starting to grin

Not this time they said as one
these papers here just be gone
No doctor bills or insurance waivers
Nor complicated lawyers papers

Can set apart these two from one
our family life has just begun
The loving family of all four
proudly walked out the lawyers door

148 Word Count
By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Crimson’s Creative Writing Challenge 150 Word Max

They met discreetly, quietly and in near total silence twice a week. If both parental sets left at the same time, they’d risk a third rendezvous but, that had only happened a very few times.

This was one of those times.

She: “I’m so happy you found this place,” she sighed, sliding up against him, noticing he was hairier than usual.

He: “My change is coming,” he hesitated then continued, “do you have everything ready? We will have to move quickly once it starts and pray we aren’t discovered, not until it’s too late for them to do anything about it.”

She: “Yes, but if my father discovers us before we are truly joined, he will kill you,” she whispered the dire warning.

A leaf shook, then another. A male Luna moth emerged. Enraged he pushed the butterfly worm off the leaf and carried his errant larvae home.

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By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

#SixSentenceStories Prompt Word:
Harmony Provided by girlieontheedges blog
Create a story using only six sentences with the word harmony within the context.

It can catch you unawares, get stuck in your mind, then tangled in your hair while redesigning a touch of your ear.

So swift and so sure, timid at times but its motives as always are pure;
just beware your rhythmic steps as I say without jest beware the sound of its quiet beat.

It is totally unclear how sensing you are near, unexpectedly attaches demanding you give it your due.

Unrelenting as the vibrational tune
begins to swell through your tired mind giving you a false sense of needed security.

Startled at first, not knowing
the verse or verbiage to get along. You look up to find not a soul standing round, no one to come to your aid.

You can shake with all your might
careful not to cause any damage or slight to Harmony my best friends cat, now attached to your left leg!

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Persephone and Athena
Two sisters of yore
Together mourned
the loss of their home

Millennia had come and millennia had gone since Zeus and Hera’s
home this had been with
many godly children born within

Zeus rose stones thirty times
his weight encrusting jewels
into the massive castle gates
and crystals throughout within

But the likes of men and the likes
of war Zeus considered not at all
and now their home of long ago is naught but fallen crumbling rock

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The text prompt is:
“The skies were filled with colors, and the trees collaborated in nature…”

“Come on Georgie, don’t lag!”

Georgie, the smallest one. Stood in awe, peering over the trees at the horizon. The skies were filled with colors, and the trees collaborated in nature with Mother Earth.

“How many of these sun gliding things have you seen,” Georgie asked, his little eyes wide reflecting the orange rays of the sun in their dark depths. Georgie was mesmerized.

Georgie’s friend stopped for a very brief second, in thought.

“Two or three Georgie, after that it’s just, you know, blasé,” said his friend.

“Blasé?” Asked Georgie?

“Yeah, mundane, common, um, boring.”

Georgie was stunned. How could anything with those colors be boring? The magnitude of it was overwhelming. He stood a bit longer to soak in the beauty.

“Georgie come on!” They called from the confines of the tight line they held in formation.

Returning to the line of workers, he walked briskly along but he could not stop watching the brilliant orange ball as it lifted into a sea of blue silk sky. Georgie stopped again in wonder. The entire line behind him stopped, everyone bumping into the one in front of them like dominoes.

“Georgie!” One of the soldier ants called from the sidelines, “What’s going on with you?”

Georgie sighed and, pointing with the first of his six legs, exclaimed again how very beautiful everything was to him; before marching on.

Another soldier ant sauntered over to the one urging Georgie on.

“So, what’s the story with that one Sam?” He asked, jerking his head to identify Georgie as he marched away, out of step with the rest of the Hill.

“Worker Ant you know? Short lived as they are, they always seem to be dreamers, artists, musicians and such. It’s like they take so much life in during their short life cycle, it swallows them up in it’s intensity.” Sam said quietly.

The second soldier ant shook his head in dismay, not understanding a single thing his buddy had just said.