Monday, April 25, 2022

"Loneliness" Without a Name


The empty hours steal the day

as we attempt to seek distraction

a temporary get away

in quietude and conversation­—

and though we have but naught to say.

and though our stories rarely change

peace is found repetition.

Across the lines, we borrow time

diversion from this hill we climb;

another day, the same refrain

unsure just what we hope to gain,

perhaps we’re looking for the same…

searching for an intervention

 for loneliness without a name



© Ginny Brannan 2022

Monday, April 4, 2022

No Longer Legible

Why do we try to reconnect,

to seek out names that we once knew?

To find where they landed?  To learn their fate?

Is it just to set our memories straight?

Why insist on recapturing this past that exists

only in our mind's eye; a dimming collage 

of youthful desires and broken dreams

seen in fading colors and sepia-toned themes.

Were we really so different from one another?

Each of us pursuing our own place as we chased

obscure shadows toward a future unknown;

each searching for salvation on this road to perdition

where time has become the great equalizer

between our cradle and the grave


© Ginny Brannan 2022