Tuesday, April 19, 2016

A Certain Resonance


I feel the weight, the ache
 of a hundred living souls
 resonating within me...

Their empty eyes stare, while crackled voices 
share tales of years gone by, yet still
can't recall the “whens “or “whys”
of how they got there.

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I am no seer, but I know what the future holds…
     
If you are lucky, you’ll find contentment somewhere
in that space, that place between past and present.
Or
You'll remember your yesterdays with perfect clarity
while locked in a body that no longer does your bidding.

(We will not speak of “Door Number Three”
for it holds a tale a different kind;
of loneliness and chronic pain;
and diseases that destroy the mind.)

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There are days this weight feels amplified,
like electrical current crawling ‘cross my skin.
Struggling to keep the calm and status quo
I cry inside for all of their ‘might have beens.’


© Ginny Brannan 2016

Friday, April 15, 2016

April Showers

Soft April rain falls on the lawn—
it lures new life from brown decay
while chasing winter blues away.

How fast past season now absconds;
with no remorse, spring sets her course
in bursting bud and unfurled frond.

The misty scene evokes Monet,
through April rainfall on the lawn.

© Ginny Brannan 2016