Monday, January 30, 2012

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Disconnected

Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky
Divided between worlds,
I find myself in pieces.
So many paths…
choices, possibilities; even
otherworldly options--
no guideline which to take.
Negative images darken peripherals
elicit emptiness, imminent doom.
Contrary, life looms bright.
Time distances itself…as
each day I find myself a little more
disconnected 

©  Ginny Brannan January 2012

Sharing at "The Mag"  (Magpie Tales)1/29/12
Photo courtesy Tess Kincaid.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Foreplay

Boris Hopek's Tokyo Exhibit:"Ever"

















Unhook…unclip…while slow we slip and sway;
dispense pretense; begin the dance risqué.
Soft breaths imply...intensify…convey…
igniting heat, scent moist and sweet; replay.

Caress, digress; find youthful lust astray--
no rings, no strings to hinder this ballet.
We feed the need and shun the roles we play;
adrift to sift the remnants of that day.

©  Ginny Brannan January 2010

Image courtesy Tess Kincaid, she provides the image, we provide the story.

Sharing at Magpie Tales , d'Verse Poets Pub , and at Poetry Jam "Sensual Poetry" 

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Grace

Written for d'Verse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar "Imagism" 1/19/2012


Swift silent glide through backyard
to light on lavender buddleia.

Pale lemon trimmed in ebony
touched with sapphire, her

wings pulse softly, finding
balance against breeze;

extends proboscis straw, sips delicately,
finding succor in sweet nectar.

Common yellow swallowtail
graces with her beauty.


© Ginny Brannan January 2012


Harbingers

















Evening calls to silhouette sentries,
rainslick roads swift-swallow sound;
lifeblood weeps to parch-dry ground,
while ravens silent-watch from trees.

The banshee wails on late-night roam;
then piece-by-piece, they carry me home.

© Ginny Brannan January 2012

**Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

Monday, January 16, 2012

"All Around Wonderful" Blog Recognition


Honored to be recognized by Michelle at All Around Wonderful
for my poetry blog, and would like to thank my friend Susie Clevenger for nominating me.

Michelle asks that I share three blogs that I feel are "wonderful" to receive this award.Very difficult, as I follow some really amazing poets, writers, and photographers, but here are three of the many wonderful blogs that I follow! (Okay, technically 4 blogs, yes, but 3 bloggers!)

Weaving her poetry with beautiful words, wonderful metaphor, 
and a wee bit of humor! 

Appetite for Words: Observing the everyday in his own unique way.
 Appetite for Photos: a collection of nature, scenics, black and whites, 
and historical photographs. Previously published in Vermont Life, 
Yankee magazine, and Seacoast Life, to name a few.

Margaret's keen eye for beauty is seen in her wonderful photography,
and in the words she chooses to express her poetry.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

On Building Walls…

Smiling fortitudinous,
the wall goes up

Rebuking family;
obscured in chosen oblivion...
Soul saved; who saves
the rest, my sister-friend?

Why don’t you fight?

Are we selfish to want you to stay,
or you, in giving up so easily?

We ache, knowing inevitable destiny

…as you smile behind your wall.

© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night Week #27 1/17/12

Adrift

Lost in the shuffle,
it’s not worth the scuffle
to fight to the surface for air…
I drown in indifference
with barely a small hint
that anyone here really cares.
Bottle these feelings
until I am reeling --
pretend everything’s what it should be.
Won’t take the bait but
am starting to hate this --
feel like I’m no longer me.

©   Ginny Brannan  Written June 2010











Sharing at Magpie Tales #100! Image Courtesy Tess Kincaid.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Unwrapped

Baubles plucked from conifer
brittle memories carefully
wrapped in tissue,
packed away; forgotten

remnants, another year 
discarded

as outdoors-in leaves once again.

Days
of darkcloud skies,
and snowpack earth

leave me
unwrapped; empty
as the cardboard at the curb.

©  Ginny Brannan January 2012
Thanks, my friends at FEPC!



Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #26 01/10/12

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Uplifted

wherever I am,
poetry lifts from mundane
giving flight to dreams

© Ginny Brannan January 2011













Sharing at BlueBell Books Thursday Short Story Slam January 5th, 2012



Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Fractured Fairy Tale


Once upon a time…

I was a different person--
innocent…trusting…

people change.

Have seen
killing without purpose;
women and children
bruised, abused; teens
abducted, raped,
murdered; wars fought
not over genocide or
starvation, but  some
political pundit’s gain.

Have known
those feigning kindness
and good-will.
Dangerous, they are…
because they act
sincere,
and look like you
and me.

Have been
stepped on,
passed over,
lied to,
back-stabbed,
ignored,
forgotten…

enough shit for one lifetime.

Some days I wish I could go back.
Too much has changed…

especially me.

©   Ginny Brannan November 2011


Monday, January 2, 2012

Ignoring the Current

The fog slips heavy through the hills
Image: Moevs, Marina River
creeps slowly ‘cross the valley floor
Peaceable river gently flows,
mirror meandering through the woods
Reminds me of you, once more.

Like river, we skirt certain issues
that nobody else seems to see;
disguised like the fog, in thick camouflage,
burying feelings, burying thoughts
as current turns past, silently

©  Ginny Brannan January 2012





Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid, TheMag--she provides image, we provide story! Sharing at The Mag #98 
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #29 1/31/12!

Love Undying


He comes to visit each day,
reminding us as he enters that he’ll
be taking her home as soon as she’s
better, as soon as she’s stronger;
his dear sweet wife.

He lives for this woman, now mute
regressed in her memory--
holding tightly to a baby doll
perhaps for comfort, or perhaps
lost in vision of childhood
long past.

He gently wheels her through the halls
as though on some grand tour--
then he sits on the sofa in the hall
and lovingly clasps her pale parchment hand.
Talking softly, he asks

“Do you know what day today is?
It’s New Years eve day”

........“Can you hear me?”

........“Do you know who I am?”

and I wonder …

When I am old and lost in my thoughts
will someone come to see me each day,
gently take me by the hand--
and quietly remind me who I am?

©  Ginny Brannan  January 2012
Calling this one of my "Tales from the Inside." My day job is at nursing home/rehab center. Some stories are worth sharing, this is one of them.
Image: Google Search, Old Couple (Serensojo71)

Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #25 Jan. 3rd, 2012 

Love Undying by gbrannan

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Interview: Blue Bell Books Week 18 Meet the Writers

I am a regular contributor to BlueBell Books Thursday Short Story Slam, and last Fall they kindly asked me to interview for them. When originally asked, I had understood this was to be posted around 1/6, so much to my chagrin (and embarrassment for missing this!) have discovered it was actually posted in November, boy is my face red!! Just wanted to share the link here for my friends and followers. And want to thank BlueBell Books for honoring me with this interview!!