Sunday, September 30, 2012

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.
Image: It must be time for Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman

Thursday, September 27, 2012


“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: 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.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


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

Friday, September 21, 2012

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

Sunday, September 16, 2012


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?

Thursday, September 13, 2012

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

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In Memoriam

Photo: MA

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

Sunday, September 9, 2012


"Beauty Fades" 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

Monday, September 3, 2012

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!