traveling through space
small and insignificant
in a sea of stars
eight billion voices
our words do not hold meaning
where the silence speaks
lost in the vacuum
a single footprint in time
molded in the dust
we search for answers
inside hidden worlds and words
seeking translation
from darkness to life
we come into existence
searching for light
© ginny brannan 2026
Haiku day was April 17th.
A few haikus, existentially speaking.
Implausible, or so it seems
but real or not, can you conceive
the truth that hides inside our dreams?
Where deep within such altered state
the past and present interweave.
and hidden secrets come to light
in rhythmic breathing of the night;
and all the things we dare not say
slip the confines of the day
to acquiesce. reshape, refine
and coalesce inside our mind.
Somewhere in this tug of war,
the soul cries out for want of more:
the long forgotten touch of skin
the ardor hidden in a look
a thirst, found quenched in our rapport,
the heat exploding from within,
new worlds to map, and to explore–
for now we tread this in-between
and bide our time inside a dream.
© Ginny Brannan 2026
God bless the man who stood his ground
and never wavered from the truth.
He stayed his course, duty bound,
exposing lies and travesty
enduring grave indignity–
honor bound in sacred pledge
to take the lawbreaker to task.
A promise made, a promise kept
the leader, corrupt and inept;
a lawyer with no axe to grind,
leaves his legacy behind
unveiling the hypocrisy,
deception and delinquency,
the fraud and criminality
of the leader, now unmasked.
© Ginny Brannan 2026
Robert Swan Mueller III 8/7/1944 —3/ 20/2026
Robert Mueller was an American Lawyer who served as the sixth director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation from 2001 to 2013 He was a graduate of Princeton University and NY University. He served as a Marine Corps officer during the Vietnam war, receiving a Bronze Star for heroism and a Purple Heart. He later attended University of Virginia School of Law, and served under Presidents George H.W.Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and Barack Obama.
In 2017 Mueller was appointed to special counsel to oversee the investigation into Russian interference in the 2016 Presidential election and related matters. A total of thirty-four individuals and three companies were indicted by Mueller's investigators. Eight have pleaded guilty to or been convicted of felonies, including five Trump associates and campaign officials. None of those five convictions "involved a conspiracy between the campaign and Russians and "Mueller did not charge or suggest charges for whether the Trump campaign worked with the Russians to influence the election”. The investigation was, however, more complex. On May 29, 2019, in a press conference, Mueller stated that "If we had confidence that the president clearly did not commit a crime, we would have said that. We did not, however, make a determination as to whether the president did commit a crime...
A president cannot be charged with a federal crime while he is in office.
Trump claimed the report “proved him innocent”
Source: Wikipedia
Setting pen upon the page
thoughts a-jumble in my head
I cannot write for fear that you
will judge me by my simpleness,
the insufficient words I choose.
There is no ‘grandness’ in my speech
no eloquence from bygone years
no flowing lines inspiring awe
to elevate the common reader.
I fall somewhat short of Yeats
more Seussian in awkwardness.
The script inside this muddled brain
is clamoring for liberation,
yet just as fast as it arrives
it twice as quickly dissipates
inside of failed imagination.
I will never soar to heights
with such a feeble grasp of words,
and there is little I can share
that won’t offend a finer writer
Guess that makes you the “better fool”
to entertain this hopeless mess
as an equal, or at best
a dalliance for entertainment.
Whatever reason that you choose
I feel it best that I disclose
you’re also here at my behest,
sharing your thoughts unopposed,
because you pique my interest.
Beware this humble scribe you see
for there is much that waits for thee.
© Ginny Brannan 2026
Ice melts, water flows
rivulets run down dirt roads
the night slips back to winter freeze,
the change is measured in degrees.
The pas de bourrées now begins,
step light lest you get sucked in,
as winter cedes a fast retreat
we’re stuck in the muddy street.
I’m drawn to the broken poems
written in imperfect rhyme
painting shadows on a page
where emotions intertwine
Where lines may halt without good reason
breaking formulaic rule;
scripted for some revelation–
a purpose-driven, cryptic sign?
Or a puzzle with some hidden meaning,
meant for someone else to find.
Hiding truth protects the bearer,
in life riddled with old scars
candor hurts as well as heals
and yet, defines just who we are.
With no proof that you are worthy
I build a wall till trust is gained
not meant to hide my broken parts
but to protect all that remains.
Our stories lie outside the lines
and sometimes in the broken poems:
where two divergent souls align
in friendship from a different time.
Some might say that “It’s a sign”
I just call it ‘undefined’
© Ginny Brannan 2026
