Monday, July 19, 2021

Po-TAY-toe, Po-TOT-oh...

 


Science deniers, election liars

anti-vaxxers, higher-taxers

…what a world, what a world

 

If you deny that Covid is  a problem

that it’s no worse than the flu

but still get vaccinated “just in case”

while touting how everything “needs to open up;”

that wearing masks is “stupid”

—you might be an Anti-Fauci-ist

 

If you think schools should open up

and that the teachers should “suck it up,”

not caring that they’re at risk.

You have no children of your own,  

but ever do you bitch and moan

—you might be an Anti-Fauci-ist

 

We slowly relax the rules, even as variants abound

a false-sense of security…until the next round.

A fifty percent vaccination rate, who are we trying to kid?

You think we have a handle on this? I doubt we ever did.

As those who still aren’t vaccinated come to visit dad and mom

they feign appall at protocol, unable to stay calm;

they bellyache about the rules, while putting folks at risk.

rank and file in denial, they argue and insist.;

While the governor in Florida sells Koozies for a joke

throws science to the sidelines, with words meant to provoke…

The problems in this country are too numerous to list

but on this day I give a nod to the “doubters” who exist;

the whiners and lamenters, whose words are catalysts

and call you out for what you are:

        “Anti-Fauci–ists!”


© GB 2021


Dr. Anthony Fauci



Thursday, July 15, 2021

...But Are You, Really?


I wonder how well you think you know me.

You ask how I’ve been, and I answer truthfully.

And then comes the look,

the one that says “Are youAre you, really?”

I’ve known those who fell into a bottomless abyss,

lost in the deep spaces, the dark places.

I’ve seen others choose to view the world

through the bottom of a bottle.

And those who carry their grief like a chip 

on their shoulder, weighted down, bitter, 

blaming others for what they couldn't fix.

I am not that person;

I have known light, 

and I have known love.

I have watched fortitude and determination

bring someone back. Not once, not twice,

but again, and again, and again.

And I made a promise that I, too, would 

never give up, never surrender.

In this I find my peace.

So if you expect a different answer,

then don’t ask.

am okay.

 Really.


© Ginny Brannan 2021

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Looking Through You

 


 









I’m looking through you, where did you go
I thought I knew you, what did I know

You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you
You're not the same”

      Lyrics “I’m Looking Through You” The Beatles


 

We all change;

we adapt to face challenges,

we encase ourselves in a shell 

shielding from outside forces

that conspire to break us…

 

It doesn’t matter who we are

how much time passes

or how we’ve struggled

to stay on our feet.

It doesn’t matter how hard we’ve worked

the sacrifices we’ve made

there is always someone waiting

to step on our words,

to break our wings

to crush our spirit
to eviscerate our existence.

 

You think you know me because you knew me back when

   … but you only saw what I showed you.

There are but few who've really known me

who’ve seen all of my scars 

and know the crux of my soul…

who can sense my moods by my inflection,

understanding that what I don’t say 

is just as important as what I do.

There is an intimacy to such a relationship,

a trust given and received when we allow

someone to hold our beating heart in their hands.


And while I share moments, glimpses of my life each day

I still keep my shell, lest I give too much away.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2021

Sunday, July 4, 2021

Let "Freedom" Ring


We parade the world stage with our grand old flag

a symbol of  freedom and pride

but what of the elephant in the room

and the jackass that stands by its side?

To signify freedom we fly it for all,

yet some feel betrayed by the sight—

and while we don’t feel what these others may feel,

leaving us question what’s true and what’s real,

 doesn’t diminish their strife

If this were an illness, some kind of disease

with labs on the verge of a cure,

if we could eradicate, help symptoms ease

  would we turn a blind eye, a deaf ear?

Those in denial will never seek truth

while others live hatred each day;

some only believe what they choose to hear

they don’t see a problem,  say what they say

facts do not matter, just get in the way—

     Is it their pride? Or just fear?

My ancestors settled long after the war*

they came here to make a new life­–

they too were insulted, derided, berated,

judged by their customs, so many were hated

    while having their freedoms denied.

Yet through their insistence, faith and persistence

while acceptance still came at a price, 

it isn’t quite fair to even compare

the difference between black and white.

 

We’ll never shed shackles where silence condones,

where everyone’s guilty, but no one atones,

and those passing judgment have cast the first stone.

Until we hear song that the caged bird sings,

   it’s then, only then, that our freedom will ring.

 

© Ginny Brannan 7/04/2021

 

*Reference to Civil War. 

**A work in progress, doesn't quite feel 'complete.'



Friday, July 2, 2021

The Rise and Fall of Xanadu...










In early days of Xanadu

when we were young and evergreen

and I was me and you were you—

 

the world lay bare for our review

encased in nights of velveteen

in early days of Xanadu...

 

The most mundane was seen anew,

and nothing ever felt routine

when I was me, and you were you.

 

Who could conceive you’d bid adieu

while thwarting enemies unseen

 …thus came the fall of  Xanaudu.

 

And all those dragons that we slew,

were they real or just a dream...

when I was me, and you were you.

 

Let us conspire to rendezvous

inside the realm of in-between

outside the gates of Xanadu,

where I am me, and you are you.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2021


Xanadu is defined as a place of great beauty, luxury, and contentment. See also: Shangri-La, Eden, Utopia.

 

Saturday, June 26, 2021

Editing











I paddle through the lines and words,

my tiny ripples notwithstanding

while rocks and rapids pitch and toss

and whirling eddies must be crossed.

How sad it is we can’t agree:

with such strong biases inferred

you stir the anger constantly

sharing things I can’t condone

this course is yours, and yours alone–

and I have no long-term desire

to add fuel to your dumpster fire.

I set my stroke through lines and words.

and I refuse to be drawn in…

I won’t drown in your angry seas.

Can’t you grasp the widening rift

that grows from such conspiracies?

How sad that you don’t see the cost

and all the credibility you’ve lost.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2012

Thursday, June 24, 2021

...the 'Gift' That Keeps On Giving

 

















Guilt is such a curious thing

we learn it when we’re young...

the first time punished

for breaking a toy,

for dirtying our clothes,

for getting a poor grade.

In high school the stakes are higher—

grounded for staying out too late

for keeping secrets from our parents

for curiosity, temptation—

oh, so careful to walk the line,

lest we soil our reputation.

Guilt targets us like a nagging itch,

questioning our choices:

Are they right? Are they wrong?

A random thought, a turn of phrase ­– 

we're victims of our own behavior;

it haunts our thoughts, honing in

  till we are that child, again.


© Ginny Brannan 2021