Saturday, April 13, 2024

A Bit of 'Frost' and 'Poe'


 










In the wee hours while still napping,

ever gently came a rapping,

ever soft there came tapping

there, against the window pane.

Deep into the darkness peering

starless night no moon appearing

heavy clouds now commandeering

giving way to steady rain

The budding trees await the calling

of the rain, now heavy falling

that winter storms have hindered, stalling

staving springtime flower show.

The steady downpour falls for hours

sometimes softer, sometimes louder

soaking ground to tease the flowers

where yesterday there still was snow.

 

 © Ginny Brannan 2024


Day 12 Loosely based on Good Universe Next Door Prompt to pay homage to a favorite poet using a line from their poem.  I did not choose one particular line, but instead chose two of my favorite poets, borrowing the style of one (Poe's 'The Raven), and the capture of change of seasons from another (Frost's 'Spring Pools)

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Premonitions

 








It was absolutely real, 

that feeling of foreboding

I tried to tell someone, 

yet no one would believe.

I was just a young kid,

and no one listened to me.

Why would someone change course 

in the middle of the stream?

The plans were set in motion

 and all was going well

why stir the pot and 

make the night unpleasant?

And everyone was fine 

until we hit the pole

Yes, everything was good 

until it wasn’t.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024 

 

Prompt Day 10 Writers.com

Write about an event that you might interpret as a sign from a higher power.

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Eclipsed

 










There is so much we take for granted

sailing our days upon this course

on this boat called “Earth.” 

Like the way the sun can

light the sky, even through the clouds .

Hidden, yet its warmth still felt.

Friendship is a lot like that:

unseen, yet always felt.

We are eclipsed in this great expanse

dwarfed by moon and sun

Setting out to conquer all

before our life is done. 

And with some luck

our paths may cross 

on this celestial sea

riding on a wave of stars

to find our destiny.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

 

Day 9 with inspiration based loosely on prompt for Day 8, Good Universe Next Door’s Prompt for Eclipse Day. 

*Adobe stock image.

Sunday, April 7, 2024

Held in Stasis

 










I did not forget you, my darling,

I just hit pause for a while,

my self-defined procrastination– 

the inner writer whispered, “sit”

and I surrendered to temptation.

I did not forget you, my sweet,

 but I wrapped myself instead

inside of that creative fog, resetting 

from the week that’s passed, 

regrouping for the week ahead.

I did not forget you, my love,

nor all the years we spent

and what you meant to me.

You’re still in every breath I take

nothing was in vain.

I carry your heart inside of my own

and so will remain.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024


There is nothing ordinary about April 7th, but for once it didn’t hit me with the usual sense of anxiety and dread; no painful moments running like a loop in my head. And while I don’t believe such moments will ever really disappear, for today there was reprieve. Perhaps a gift. He always read me so well!

Unfinished

 




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I think ageing is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person you always should've been." --David Bowie

 

Forward, ever forward

we wander through time

seconds, minutes, hours,

days. weeks, months, years,

wearing remnants of our past.

There’s no backtracking

and I won’t be pigeon-holed

by those who think they know me.

know who I am

 and all that you don’t see.

There’s fire in my heart

   passion my soul;

I won’t be diminished.

I’m still a work in progress

just call me unfinished

 

© Ginny Brannan


Day 7 From Good Universe Niext Door: Write a poem about learning to love yourself. It can be aspirational (what it would be like), or it can capture where you are right now in your self-love journey. 


Image: Head of a Woman; unfinished by Salvador Dali

Saturday, April 6, 2024

"Olly Olly Oxen Free"











We were young, only six as I recall, 

when you moved to the neighborhood.

I was an ‘only,’ but you were the middle 

child of three. You had the biggest

yard. We would gravitate there:

the 'big' kids, the 'little' kids, and us. 

I learned how to ride a bike on yours,

up and down in front of your house.

In the summer, we played from dawn to dusk

—croquet, Red Rover, frozen tag, Wave Me Out—

shooed home by your parents before it got dark.

I was the wild child of the three friends,

Never bad, but a bit undisciplined.

It didn’t matter. Our common ground

defied our differences. You never judged.

The friendship we have is indelible; 

time, distance, age and death­ are all inevitable

but the bonds we form in youth are unbreakable;

you have been, and will always be, my friend.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024












NaPoWriMo Day 6: Writers.com prompt: Think of a memory where the details aren’t clear. Fill in the details in a poem.


"Wave Me Out" is a hybrid take on Hide and Seek. No one I know has really ever heard of it, and yet I know we played it. I "googled" it, and sure enough found it! See #4 "Secret Wave" in link "Hide and Seek Variations"


It's April. This is for E. Loved and missed.

Friday, April 5, 2024

It's All in the Delivery

 








I’ve been told I’m “mean”

but in a nice sort of way.

That I have a certain way with words

(for a writer, that has to be a “plus,” right?)

But sometimes, or maybe frequently,

I will utter a comment with a bit of an edge

(Really? Who me??? How can that be?)

I would never purposely insult you

or even broach the subject

of anything you did or didn’t do.

But if I may be candid (or if you cross my path)

I may be somewhat prompted to say a word or two.

I find with age comes wisdom and I can clearly see

that at this exact moment, you’re not as wise as me

 —wink, wink—smile—

Yes, patience is a virtue; kindness has its charm,

wit and humor have their place, a smile can disarm.

And I can use my wiles, if it’s wiles that you need

but if you test my self-restraint, you’ll find out where that leads.

I’m the epitome of sweetness as you can plainly see...

Jekyll/Hyde, you decide... I’m WAITING...Yep, WAITING...STILL WAITING........

Patiently! 

(Can you tell?)


© Ginny Brannan 2024


Day 5 NaPoWriMo Prompt from Writers.com Find something dark and hidden inside your brain, your body, your heart. Shine a light on it. What do you see?


Image: Carolyn Hax via Google images. I just love her art! She's captured the mood!