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| Image: Prospect Park, Brooklyn, wn.com |
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Disconnected
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| Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky |
Divided between worlds,
I find myself in pieces.
So many paths…
choices, possibilities; even
otherworldly options--
no guideline which to take.
Negative images darken peripherals
elicit emptiness, imminent doom.
Contrary, life looms bright.
Time distances itself…as
each day I find myself a little more
disconnected
disconnected
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Sharing at "The Mag" (Magpie Tales)1/29/12
Photo courtesy Tess Kincaid.
Sharing at "The Mag" (Magpie Tales)1/29/12
Photo courtesy Tess Kincaid.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Foreplay
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| Boris Hopek's Tokyo Exhibit:"Ever" |
Unhook…unclip…while slow we slip and sway;
dispense pretense; begin the dance risqué.
Soft breaths imply...intensify…convey…
igniting heat, scent moist and sweet; replay.
Caress, digress; find youthful lust astray--
no rings, no strings to hinder this ballet.
We feed the need and shun the roles we play;
adrift to sift the remnants of that day.
© Ginny Brannan January 2010
Image courtesy Tess Kincaid, she provides the image, we provide the story.
Sharing at Magpie Tales , d'Verse Poets Pub , and at Poetry Jam "Sensual Poetry" Thursday, January 19, 2012
Grace
Written for d'Verse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar "Imagism" 1/19/2012
Swift silent glide through backyard
to light on lavender buddleia.
Pale lemon trimmed in ebony
touched with sapphire, her
wings pulse softly, finding
balance against breeze;
extends proboscis straw, sips delicately,
finding succor in sweet nectar.
Common yellow swallowtail
graces with her beauty.
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Harbingers
Evening calls to silhouette sentries,
rainslick roads swift-swallow sound;
lifeblood weeps to parch-dry ground,
while ravens silent-watch from trees.
The banshee wails on late-night roam;
then piece-by-piece, they carry me home.
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
**Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan
**Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan
Monday, January 16, 2012
"All Around Wonderful" Blog Recognition
Honored to be recognized by Michelle at All Around Wonderful
for my poetry blog, and would like to thank my friend Susie Clevenger for nominating me.
Michelle asks that I share three blogs that I feel are "wonderful" to receive this award.Very difficult, as I follow some really amazing poets, writers, and photographers, but here are three of the many wonderful blogs that I follow! (Okay, technically 4 blogs, yes, but 3 bloggers!)
Mary Bach, Writing in the Bachs
Weaving her poetry with beautiful words, wonderful metaphor,
and a wee bit of humor!
and a wee bit of humor!
Charlie Parant, Appetite for Words & Appetite for Photos
Appetite for Words: Observing the everyday in his own unique way.
Appetite for Photos: a collection of nature, scenics, black and whites,
and historical photographs. Previously published in Vermont Life,
Yankee magazine, and Seacoast Life, to name a few.
and historical photographs. Previously published in Vermont Life,
Yankee magazine, and Seacoast Life, to name a few.
Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365 (Photography & Poetry)
Margaret's keen eye for beauty is seen in her wonderful photography,
and in the words she chooses to express her poetry.
and in the words she chooses to express her poetry.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
On Building Walls…
Smiling fortitudinous,
the wall goes up
Rebuking family;
obscured in chosen oblivion...
Soul saved; who saves
the rest, my sister-friend?
Why don’t you fight?
Are we selfish to want you to stay,
or you, in giving up so easily?
We ache, knowing inevitable destiny
…as you smile behind your wall.
Adrift
Lost in the shuffle,
it’s not worth the scuffle
to fight to the surface for air…
I drown in indifference
I drown in indifference
with barely a small hint
that anyone here really cares.
Bottle these feelings
Bottle these feelings
until I am reeling --
pretend everything’s what it should be.
Won’t take the bait but
am starting to hate this --
feel like I’m no longer me.
© Ginny Brannan Written June 2010
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Unwrapped
Baubles plucked from conifer
brittle memories carefully
wrapped in tissue,
packed away; forgotten
remnants, another year
discarded
discarded
as outdoors-in leaves once again.
Days
of darkcloud skies,
and snowpack earth
leave me
unwrapped; empty
as the cardboard at the curb.
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Thanks, my friends at FEPC!
Thanks, my friends at FEPC!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Uplifted
wherever I am,
poetry lifts from mundane
giving flight to dreams
© Ginny Brannan January 2011
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Fractured Fairy Tale
Once upon a time…
I was a different person--
innocent…trusting…
people change.
Have seen
killing without purpose;
women and children
bruised, abused; teens
abducted, raped,
abducted, raped,
murdered; wars fought
not over genocide or
starvation, but some
political pundit’s gain.
Have known
those feigning kindness
and good-will.
Dangerous, they are…
because they act
sincere,
and look like you
and me.
Have been
stepped on,
passed over,
lied to,
back-stabbed,
ignored,
forgotten…
enough shit for one lifetime.
Some days I wish I could go back.
Too much has changed…
especially me.
© Ginny Brannan November 2011
Monday, January 2, 2012
Ignoring the Current
The fog slips heavy through the hills
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| Image: Moevs, Marina River |
Peaceable river gently flows,
mirror meandering through the woods
Reminds me of you, once more.
Like river, we skirt certain issues
that nobody else seems to see;
disguised like the fog, in thick camouflage,
burying feelings, burying thoughts
as current turns past, silently
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid, TheMag--she provides image, we provide story! Sharing at The Mag #98
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #29 1/31/12!
Love Undying
He comes to visit each day,
reminding us as he enters that he’ll
be taking her home as soon as she’s
better, as soon as she’s stronger;
his dear sweet wife.
He lives for this woman, now mute
regressed in her memory--
holding tightly to a baby doll
perhaps for comfort, or perhaps
lost in vision of childhood
long past.
He gently wheels her through the halls
as though on some grand tour--
then he sits on the sofa in the hall
and lovingly clasps her pale parchment hand.
Talking softly, he asks
“Do you know what day today is?
It’s New Years eve day”
........“Can you hear me?”
........“Do you know who I am?”
and I wonder …
When I am old and lost in my thoughts
will someone come to see me each day,
gently take me by the hand--
and quietly remind me who I am?
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Calling this one of my "Tales from the Inside." My day job is at nursing home/rehab center. Some stories are worth sharing, this is one of them.
Image: Google Search, Old Couple (Serensojo71)
Calling this one of my "Tales from the Inside." My day job is at nursing home/rehab center. Some stories are worth sharing, this is one of them.
Image: Google Search, Old Couple (Serensojo71)
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #25 Jan. 3rd, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Interview: Blue Bell Books Week 18 Meet the Writers
I am a regular contributor to BlueBell Books Thursday Short Story Slam, and last Fall they kindly asked me to interview for them. When originally asked, I had understood this was to be posted around 1/6, so much to my chagrin (and embarrassment for missing this!) have discovered it was actually posted in November, boy is my face red!! Just wanted to share the link here for my friends and followers. And want to thank BlueBell Books for honoring me with this interview!!
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