Sunday, July 28, 2019

We are All Warriors

When we stand up to life no matter how hard
square off with the day, what comes our way
while we ache with a sadness that will not subside,
and the goals we must reach seem so very far
as the clouds and the thunder hold sway.
When we put on our game face though we are afraid
because so many things can go wrong,
and we smile and pretend as we try to fend
and downplay these emotions displayed
with no clue where our journey will end.
When forces of nature silence our song
and threaten to eat out our soul;
when we’re overcome and we’re left feeling numb
spinning out of control as we’re pitching headlong
that we’ve somehow lost sight of our goal…
We pause and we watch our emotions unfurl
trying to focus on what is at hand;
defying the darkness, the fog that feels hopeless,
as we step to the plate once again,
with our sword in our hand to defend.
For we are all warriors no matter our battle
when push comes to shove we must stand
let the passion that guides us well up inside us
the troubles that plague us be damned
as the warrior inside takes command.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

Monday, July 22, 2019

Through Thick and Thin

We measure life through what time’s wrought
families, children, what we’ve gained
the joy and sadness that we’ve seen
and all the little things in between.

We reminisce about the years
and everything that’s brought us here,
all the moments we’ve been through
—to just say thanks would never do.

These gossamer ties by which we’re bound
can’t be described in words alone;
it’s in the love that we have shared
and in this friendship we have found.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

For my friend Karen on this, her birthday. There's no friendship quite like the one you've had since you were 5!
Image circa 1961 or '62

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Summer Samba

Sun slowly slides through western sky 
preened  for the eve in peach and gold.
Full moon appears in a gauzy pink shirt
to flirt across the deep blue vault;
two star-crossed lovers, unable
to conquer the sky that divides them,
caught by chance in this fleeting dance—
a very tenuous relationship at best
as moon rises in the east, 
       and sun sets in the west.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

Thursday, July 11, 2019

All that Matters

1. All that Matters~

There is no time to collect my thoughts
to put down what I’m feeling.
Would it matter anyways?
I am struggling on this path,
on this endless quest of healing
where the only thing that matters
 is you.

When everything else falls away,
     you are all that matters.

2. Getting By, Getting Through

 I look at who I am compared to who I once was
and I see
— courage in the face of adversity
— strength hidden inside the chaos
—the ability to pull myself together
   even when my mind screams to fall apart

The anger that you sense is not personal…
it allows me to put on my “game face”
it strengthens my resolve to get through this.
So do not judge me by what you see
but understand what you don’t see.

This is me, doing whatever it takes
to get through this moment in time.

This is me

3. A Late Night Pondering~

And in the end
when days grow short
when the mountains fall
when the seas disappear
When we’ve done all we can,
will we still have the wherewithal
to remember our story
to remember what it was like
to love and be loved?

4. Friendship~

I don’t have to talk to you
to know you hear me
I don’t have to see you
to know you‘re there.
We are connected, you and I,
and for that I am ever grateful.

5. Repairing Ourselves

When I fell apart and shattered
you swept me up
and pieced me together again.

Sometimes we need to shatter
to expand, to grow
not only to hold on to who we are
but to become who we need to be.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

Image taken by author: Barnstable, Cape Cod Massachusetts

Monday, July 8, 2019

What's Behind the Curtain

We are bigger than this, better than this...
this image that stares back at us
is not who we are
nor who we want to be
—it is not me.

There's no place for the constant lies,
the blatent impropriety.
I won’t disguise my own disgust.
It’s sad we can’t instill our trust,
when we’re repulsed by what we see;
    – this isn’t me.

If nothing else we've been exposed
to the dark side of society:
the ignorance, unfettered hate;
the blatant disregard, the blame–
for some it’s only just a game
to shore up their hypocrisy 
  ...this isn’t me

While children sleep in concrete stalls
on the border in our keep;
and politicians fight their fight
to salvage our democracy,
this helplessness morphs to disease
a place where no one is appeased...
some alternate reality—
    This isn’t me.

And so I've shared a thought or two:
but words are words; when all is done
will our values be intact?
Or will the profligate have won?
We each make choices, you and I
but all the rhetoric is lost
when we can see the final cost.
Will you sacrifice your soul,
     morality and decency?
Or will it stay intact and whole?

 How many of you will agree...
     This isn’t me!

© Ginny Brannan 2019

Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.

Friday, July 5, 2019

In her "Glory" days . . .

She’d wear her hair tied with a bow
a bit of lipstick applied, just so
some jewelry to accessorize
and she’d stop and chat when passing by.
Had no children of her own
but kept a dog when she was home;
she’d left it in a dear friend’s care
and both would come to visit there.
That was in her glory days
before time stole her memories.
I choose to remember the her of “then”
to see her smiling face again:
upon her lap, her dear pup lies–
there’s no more sadness in her eyes.
We each have our own cross to bear
a twisted path from here to there,
we do our best because we must
before we fall apart and rust.
I believe when this life’s done-
that a new one is begun—
a place we shall meet again...
until then, rest in peace, my friend.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

*Image: Google images. Representative for depiction only, not actual subject of poem.