Watercolor Dreams

Leave me to drift in watercolor days,

as I glide the current, slipping away

o’er rippled reflections of soft Autumn hues,

I steal to the place where there’s only you.

Content in this Eden where Morpheus calls,

the daylight fades darker and soon night will fall—

just leave me to linger a little while more

afloat in illusion, away from the shore . 

© Ginny Brannan 2013

Shared at dVerse Poets Open Link Night #126. Stop by and see what others are writing!

Image: Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent
Written for The Mag #195, Image provided by Tess Kincaid.
She provides the Image, we the story!

Unwritten

Letters lie, unwritten…

we communicate

from a space

where time

dissipates.

 Yesterday I stood

unsealed before you…

  You know,

-you’ve always known-

  exactly who I am.

Words pale,

  as we read
  the silence

between the lines.

© Ginny Brannan 2013

Written for The Mag #194, Image provided by Tess Kincaid
She provides the image, we the story!!
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #123. 

An Effigy in Monotone

captured, black and white

she danced as if no one watched

perfection, en pointe

© Ginny Brannan 2013

Written for The Mag #193. Image provided by Tess Kincaid: she provides the image, we the story!
Image: Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas 

River Song

The voices of the forest sing your name

just a melody upon the breeze

inside this stream of consciousness, it guides

to navigate the path from whence you came,

through time and space to place where you begin.

Your story whispers soft among the trees,

where oldest of the old are long since gone;

yet life renews as well as it rescinds

to flow again from roots to tips of leaves.

This ancient woodland biding out its days

was born from stardust scattered at first dawn;

a paradox that kens through cosmic core...

an ancient entity that lives and breathes

yet knows no stillness, bears no word for pond—

rewrites your name instead to 'River Song.'

© Ginny Brannan 2013