Thursday, November 2, 2017

Come November


How fast now fade the autumn hues
chill wind gives chase across the fields
as cooler season now ensues

Once camouflaged with leaves profuse
stand barren trees, their limbs revealed
while on the ground, their autumn hues

And Mother Nature takes her cues
as to the longer nights, she yields
this change of season that ensues

Warm summer days have long diffused
as chill November comes to steal
the disappearing autumn hues

Once more does Autumn bid adieu—
her white coat frosts the ground to seal
this cooler season that ensues

And so the shortened days accrue
too soon by winter snow concealed
the dry and faded autumn hues
as cooler season now ensues

© Ginny Brannan 2017

Image: C. Parant Appetite For Photos Used with Permission


Thursday, October 26, 2017

Parallelograms

You are my friend, as surely
as any who have come before… or since.
We arrive from different places,
tied by a common thread
of like-minded interests
bound through words,
our strengths woven
by home and family,
the places we’ve been,
and all we have known.
We share a penchant for curiosity—
the need to read, to learn;
to feed our imagination
on this perpetual path
to becoming more than the
sum of our whole.
Our views are formed through
our own unique perspective:
while some see only black and white
we view this world in shades of gray
discerning details some will never see.
We are collectors of words:
quotes and lines that define our existence
on this earthly ship we call home.
We share intuitive understanding
as each one of us subscribes
to our own unique role.
And we are better on this journey
in knowing there are others
that are searching for the meaning,
the truth that still lies waiting
on this sojourn of the soul.

© Ginny Brannan



Friday, October 13, 2017

In a Nutshell

We cannot let our fears take hold
that threaten now to paralyze
to eat away at who we are—
from those who’ve traded out their soul
for living out a life bazaar.
The moment that we realize
each stop and start, each interruption
devised to keep the truth at bay;
meant to divide and polarize,
the repetition to hold sway.
Smoke and mirrors for corruption
from leaders who would dummy down;
there’s so much more than meets the eye:
with plans to take healthcare reductions,
bold-faced lies on tax deduction,
and votes on women’s reproduction—
each new derision ‘systemized.’

It seems this ship has run aground
in shallow seas and rocky shoals,
overcome by waves of hate.
But even kings can come uncrowned
when their thoughts become unsound.
And so we must assess our goals—
call bullies out for what they are
and listen to that inner voice
that holds our path and keeps us whole.
For each of us, we have a choice—
and even if we do not know
the course that history will take,
we must hold to that spark of truth,
and never cede to undertow,
standing ground for what’s at stake.

The simplest of rules apply:
Let your conscience be your guide
find the truth inside each ‘lie’
Trust inner voice to recognize,
to see through cleverest disguise…
and though you may be criticized,
never take the compromise.


© Ginny Brannan 2017

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Bringing Down Goliath

The news crests in waves
its burden grows,
its burgeoning weight unfolds
as the story is told
 again and again.
New, yet old, we’ve been here before…
the victims, the heroes, the rescues…
and the underlying, the incident defining,
the never-ending question—
        “Why?”
What is the common thread
that weaves through these events?
Columbine, Aurora, Sandy Hook
Virginia Tech, Miami, Las Vegas
“Guns don’t kill people, people do.”
“If you outlaw guns, only outlaws will have guns”
Did our forefathers foresee automatic weaponry
when they constitutional-ized the right
to “Keep and bear arms?”
How many innocents must be lost?
How many children must die?
How many husbands, wives, fathers, mothers,
brothers, sisters, friends, loved ones?

If now is NOT the time to address this, then when?

Tired of the “bought and paid for’s“
sweeping it under the rug.
This isn’t about the rights of the hunters
to keep their rifles—though the NRA
will make surely make it seem that way.
It is about the ease at which anyone
with money and an i.d. can by a gun.
It is about how one person can amass
an arsenal, an armory, and go on a shooting spree—
while there is no accountability,
no central data base, no red flag  
to track the would-be crazies.
“The people have rights.”
What about the rights of all citizens
to go to school, to go to church,
to go out for an evening,
without fear of never returning home again?

Accountability starts with us—
 you and me— speaking out.
If enough Davids take on Goliath
he will fall,
and maybe, just maybe, mass shootings
will cease to be so commonplace,
maybe, just maybe, we can feel safe again,
and maybe, just maybe,  we won’t have to hear the words
“the deadliest mass shooting in modern U.S. history”
   again.

© Ginny Brannan 2017 

Image: Bierberg, conceptart.org
Full credit to Bierberg who conceptualized the perfect image of a modern day Goliath. Link with image, above.



Thursday, September 21, 2017

Late September

Image: Charlie Parant Appetite for Photos

















Time hides between the second hands
while evening takes the hinterlands;
the treetops bask in orange glow
as twilight falls upon the land.

Their shadows dance, simpatico;
as daylight fades we watch them grow;
while Autumn sings her ripened tune
and summer bedlam starts to slow.

And through the trees, a harvest moon
now peaks through shroud of cloud cocoon
ever soft, her afterglow
whispers “Winter’s coming soon.”

As late day sky turns indigo
the cawing of a lonely crow
reminding us it’s time to go;
...reminds again, it's time to go.

© Ginny Brannan 2017

*Image taken by Charlie Parant and used here with expressed written permission from photographer.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

The Time Thief

Another year has come and gone
how quick the days fly past
ever forward time moves on
nothing ever lasts

The secret of “forever young”
is not just youthful looks;
it’s in the friendships that we forge,
the ‘chapters’ of our book.

So dwell not on what isn’t done
and give yourself reprieve—
look instead from whence you’ve come
and all that you’ve achieved!

© GB 2017














A wee thought in honor of a dear friend's birthday.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Still Searching for Answers













I have lifted my eyes to the heavens to pray
trying to renew the faith I once felt;
coming to find at the end of the day
that life as I know it is centered on doubt.
How can a God sanction such anger and hate,
the loss of a parent to such a young child;
the illness and pain that never abates…
too many questions left unreconciled.

We thank God for all of the good things that come,
but who takes the blame for the unanswered prayer?
Time intercedes until we become numb—
stuck in this place between hope and despair.

I believe there are angels who wander among us:
in the friend who just senses when you need to talk;
in the kindness of strangers when we are in crisis,
who lift and support us when we cannot walk.

Life lessons learned have hardened this heart;
still God bless the ones who can truly believe.
Blind faith without proof is really an art;
it’s in love and kindness I’ll find my reprieve.
 
Still I ponder the words that we heard in our youth:
to pray, to have faith that our voice will heard;
but have come to acknowledge this as my truth—
my divinity’s found helping those here on earth.

© Ginny Brannan 2017


“God helps those who help themselves.”
“Actions speak louder than words.”
 origin: 409 BC  Sophocles (before Christianity) from Wikipedia:
— “No good ever comes of leisure purposeless, and heaven ne’er helps men who will not act.”