Saturday, September 27, 2014

Autumn Days

At first the slightest hint of red
understates the deeper green
the hint of changes yet to come…
unfettered now to run its course—
meandering through last warm days,
numbed by chill of early eves.

Delirious we drink this change
as if by absinthe, undermined...
Yielding to elliptic spin,
so comes autumn once again.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

Image taken by author taken at Old Sturbridge Village, MA

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Loosing the Floodgates


















Both blinded by the rage within—
my words, a knife to penetrate
to slash; to watch exsanguinate.

You tore away the underpin
your words cajole —I lose control;
no holding back…no discipline.

You volley to eviscerate—
both blinded by the rage within.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

Written for Magpie Tales #238. Image provided by Tess Kincaid
She provides the image, we the story!


Saturday, September 13, 2014

What Demons Haunt…

What darkened demons haunt her soul…
like one possessed she walks the halls—
on secret mission just she knows.
What is it that assumes control,
that she, herself, cannot express?
Her shadows race along the wall—
this tiny woman, now obsessesed
with need to move and not be still.
Time detracts, we can’t forestall           
when age gives to dementia’s will.

Just for brief moment, stops her quest
yet sensing mission incomplete,
once again the demon calls…
No cure for this unwelcomed guest,
and no reprieve once he befalls.
With no remission, no defeat,
the cruel affliction runs its course.
The victim is herself, unfeigned;
yet for observers, bittersweet—
with aching sadness, bear the pain.

still more apparent with each day—
    what birth endows, age takes away.


© Ginny Brannan 2014


In Frontotemporal dementia, people will often show signs of obsessive-compulsive behavior such as hand washing or walking back and forth from one area to another. They have the need to carry out repeated actions that are inappropriate or not relevant to the situation at hand. Breaking this cycle is difficult and the caregiver must decide if this behavior is simply annoying or unsafe for the person and decide if they need to intervene.
~ from http://www.dementiaguide.com

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Never forget...

Where were you on that day of darkness?
Heading to work or homeward bound?
When did you learn that the sky was falling?
Where were you when the planes came down?

Some days should never be forgotten
as we look back every year to view,
to honor the memory of the fallen,
to try to define with eyes anew…

Lest that the horrors should be discounted
and we turn complacent in our routine
To remind us be mindful and ever vigilant;
against all the evils that go unseen.

Where were you on that day of darkness?
Heading to work or homeward bound?
When did you learn that the sky was falling?
Where were you when the planes came down?


© Ginny Brannan 2014 

"There will always be those who mean to do us harm.
To stop them, we risk awakening the same evil within ourselves.”
Eulogy from Star Trek 'Into Darkness'


Monday, September 8, 2014

Deception














Shining beacon in the night
incandescent, phosphorescent
hollow glowing orb of light…
In my quest for something new
I flew to you, drew to you,
in blissful blindness I pursued…
—till ever late, I see the lie:
your brilliant luster misconstrued

© Ginny Brannan 2014

Written for Magpie Tales #236, image provided by Tess Kincaid.
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Fisherman

N.C. Wyeth, Dark Harbor Fisherman
















I navigate through rocky shoals
out to the canyons dark and deep,
where dolphins swim and monsters sleep.

The fickle sea exacts her tolls—
through stormy squall, the Sirens’ call…
on wind the cries of captured souls.

Yet there is little time to weep
while navigating rocky shoals.

               * * * * * 
Along the downeast coast I trawl;
every inlet and each isle
in memory, now reconciled.

The craft fills up with netted haul—
no fast return; it must be earned
before this boat may make landfall

…yet on this day the gods have smiled;
    while on this downeast coast I trawl.

©  Ginny Brannan 2014

Written for Magpie Tales #235, Image provided by Tess Kincaid.
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(This is sort of a two-fer. Being a New England girl, we are familiar with both coastal and deep sea fishing, this captures a bit of both)

Thursday, August 28, 2014

When the Stars go Blue

A supernova, burning bright:
we worshiped every word you shared
while you sank deeper in despair

till darkness overtook your light;
sucked in black hole with no control,
you gave your soul back to the night.

And we continued, unaware
that supernova burned too bright.

© Ginny Brannan 2014
For RW Some stars are too hot and bright for this world, and burn out way too soon. We were in awe of your "light." Rest easy.

Sharing at Magpie Tales #234, Image provided by Tess Kincaid. 
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Starry Night by Alex Ruiz
"Dancing little marionette, are you happy now? 
Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely? I'll follow you…
when the stars go blue…"