rest – I Write Her

Night’s Blanket

Darkness has settled around the house
the sun pulling up the night sky
to cover his warmth and dim his rays
while taking the morn to others

Mother moon slips in halfway
mercurial in her moods of disclosure
unable to shine bright from within
she steals the sun’s light as he sleeps

Animals all either rise or slumber
nocturnal creatures roam to feed
while diurnal’s find a place to shelter
safe and sound until morning

I pad down the hallway on bare feet
the soft slapping sound reminds me
it is time to sleep my body needing rest
turn the lights out going to bed alone

One Wall

One wall holds trinkets
garnered from vendors,
little tents along alleyways
in valleys and on beaches
of lands far and near.

One wall holds baskets and gadgets
and things mundane to others
yet most dearly loved by me,
colors overlapping into an organized
chaos within my vivid imagination.

One wall holds items necessary
to living, a knife block, a shelf and a tray.
A spice rack resides there
and a hook for fancy towels to dry wet hands
and a pad for lifting hot things.

One wall holds dear photo memories
of the life that was lived. Babies born,
marriages complete, children now
parents themselves and flowers long gone,
but all will live on within me.

Sailing Ship

Interminable darkness
thicker than oil
Smothers the living
no conscious thought

Upon the horizon
a ship tiny is far away
Surrounded by light
buoyed by hope

This sailing ship powered
by the winds of love
One island left behind
swallowed up by the night

A new island ahead
made bright by its light
Vibrant greens and flowers await
opening wide at the ship’s wake

Sun’s warm rays follow it in
surrounding the bow
caressing the stern
A luminous light in the dark night

Docking it rests
for a brief moment in time
Until it’s gone again
leaving the island disappearing behind

Time To Sleep

Mother Nature’s splendor
turns bright yellows and pretty whites
into spots of orange and brown

Vibrant green leaves flutter
to the ground singing a rustling tune
fading into shades of red

Autumnal breezes cool earth’s crust
sending a time-immemorial
to deep rich soil and plowed fields

Migratory birds flock overhead
to warmer climes with temperate blue waters
and ancient nesting grounds

Deer rut and butterflies mate
their young to be born in the
earth’s awakening spring warmth

Bears forage for berries and meat
slipping into their hideaways protected
from winters wrath and man’s gun

Quiet blankets the cooling ground
signaling Mother Earth’s creatures
and foliage that it’s time to sleep

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Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris lives in Southport, NC. Published in Whispers & Echoes, 50 Give or Take, Visual Verse, Spillwords, and Wounds I Healed. She received an Honorable Mention in Tales from the Moonlit Path 2021 in their Abandoned Places Halloween Challenge. She has poems published in both the 24-Hour Poetry Marathon Anthology Publications – 2022 and 2023. Gypsie-Ami has recently completed a chapbook merging her two loves, poetry and flowers, titled Reflections of a Woman’s Life. This is her second feature this year with The Short of It.