Bending Spoons

He used his mind to bend her will…

subliminal messaging,

unrelenting repetition;

gradually molding her into

his vision of perfection.

Sometimes there is no escape,

only resignation….then realization

that revenge bides in the shadow.

©  Ginny Brannan September 2012

 Written for The Mag #137--image provided by Tess Kincaid. 

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/09/mag-137.html
Image: It must be time for Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman

Triangles

“Life is not a perfect circle, but more a triangle… a mix of varying lines and sharp corners, leading from A to B to C… and eventually back to me.”

Tripping the boundaries of time,

reverting to peace-filled hours among

infinite fields of yellow dandelion sails

anchored in waves of green under

noontide ocean of cloudless blue.

Gone now those childhood days when

lilac scent promised endless summer…

existing now only in mind’s eye lie the

simple sweet songs of my youth.

©Ginny Brannan September 2012 

Image: http://appetiteforphotos.blogspot.com Used with permission

For the NWCU Wednesday Wake Up Call, share something using the following: 

1. The colors yellow, blue, and green

2. A triangle.

3. Peace

4. Lilacs.

5. A child.

Shadows

The daylight angles different now

dark shadows cast across this yard;

what once was bright fades brown to gray--

as life now passes to decay.

The leaves grow sparse, the chill invades

and brittle does each limb become;

the sap flows thick through every vein

but deep in root, a spark remains.

Like armillary sphere, we spin..

past sun and moon, through spring and fall.

Each cycle speaks in steadfast clue;

for all that dies is birthed anew.

© Ginny Brannan September 2012

Shared at d'Verse Poets Open Link Night #63. 

Perfect Serenity

Past the witching hour

entering the realm where

reality ebbs into nocturne.

Family fast asleep;

each breath, each snore

comforting in the dark.

Time ticks on the mantle…

seconds pass, uncounted.

Enveloped in quiet,

reflecting on the day--

enjoying the solitude,

no interruptions…

I hear my inner voice

turning, churning, creating…

yesterday fades; tomorrow awaits.

© Ginny Brannan September 2012

*Written for d’Verse Poets Meeting the Bar: BeautifulSolitude, hosted by Claudia Schoenfeld. 

Image by author

Nutters

These hunter-gatherers appear

to resupply their winter hoard,

with focus fixed, they show no fear.

These hunter-gatherers appear

their yearly rite becoming clear--

collecting food for caches stored.

These hunter-gatherers appear

in deadly race for winter hoard.

© Ginny Brannan September 2012
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Open Link Night #62, 9/18/12

For the past three weeks or so, these little "Nutters" have come out of the woodwork and are everywhere (mostly in the middle of roads), gathering their winter stores. Wondering if a "sign" for a long, cold winter to come?

Quietly Screaming

Where were you when blades were spinning,

            tearing… shredding……

when everything that came before

lay in piles on the floor…

When will you come to understand

            all that was destroyed

the day the 'shit' hit the fan?

© Ginny Brannan September 2012

In Memoriam

Photo: MA Live.com

In Memoriam 

Old rusted piece of twisted steel

arrives flag-draped on flatbed truck;

a gift now shared to help us heal.

Old rusted piece twisted steel

reminds us of black day surreal

when our world seemed to run amok.

Old rusted piece of twisted steel --

our pain unveiled on flatbed truck.

© Copyright Ginny Brannan

Inspired by the image above of of flag-draped I-beam, a piece from the WTC being transported into Springfield, MA to be erected in Forest Park as a memorial to 9/11. 
Top photo:  Springfield F.D. and P.D. stand at attention, as flag-draped beam arrives.

Photo by G.Brannan

Second Photo: Memorial in our little town: base shaped like the Pentagon, the two stone supports represent the WTC, and the surrounding grass represents field in PA where United Flight 93 went down. Dedicated 9/11/11
Bottom Photo:  This temporary cardboard plaque will be replaced by a bronze one of the same design. 

Photo: G. Brannan

Written September 2011, 10 year anniversary of 9/11.
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #61 9/11/12

Fading

"Beauty Fades" appetiteforphotos.blogspot.com Used with Permission.

Summer flowers fade and pass

sensing now their time's grown old;

as once they blossomed, so they wane

while trees turn orange, red and gold.

Oh, that these autumn days would last;

too soon they cycle gray and cold...

as frost etches our window pane

we watch the season's tale unfold.

©  Ginny Brannan September 2012
**Sharing at d'Verse Poetics: Autumn Chill is in the Air

On the Periphery

Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch

Felt but never seen,

dancing on peripheral vision--

a movement, a shadow...

Lights flicker upon entering a room,

automatic doors open to no one there,

footsteps echo on empty stairwells... 

What magic is this?

Stories sieved through generations,

folklore igniting imaginations;

spectres, fairies, will-o’the wisps…

What happens to life energy when we pass?

Does it dissipate to a different state,

drifting astral plane until final calling?

Fine hairs on back of neck stand attention,
mysteries passing comprehension--

as truth awaits our circumspection.

© Ginny Brannan September 2012

Image by Author

Sharing at The Mag #133: They provide the image, we the story!