So Much to Do, So Little Time

 

I’m always late, I have to run

I have no time to stop

I can’t rest for a moment,

I’m always on the clock.

The second hand is spinning

– No thanks to the Hatter;

his tea party’s disorganized,

to him time doesn’t matter.

Currently the dormouse 

is sleeping in a pot

while the Cheshire Cat fades once again:

he’s there, and then he’s not!

The caterpillar’s always high–

his smoke blows in my face;

how often I have wondered

what I’m doing in this place!

Tweedledum and Tweedledee 

can’t make up their minds;
and some strange girl slipped down a hole

and claims that it was mine.

And me? I'm just a rabbit

in a pocket watch and vest…

I cannot stop to talk to you,

there isn’t time to rest!!!

© Ginny Brannan 2026

Prompted. The challenge? Brainstorm a list of fairy tale characters. Choose one and write a poem from the perspective of that character. Bonus points if you use the poem to secretly reveal something about your own life. 

An Elegy for Lost Values

 

I reserve a certain sadness for what I leave behind

I've always had a hard time letting go...

an albatross around my neck, a rope that chafes and binds

secret and clandestine,  all things are intertwined.

I'm searching for a bright light, an incandescent glow

with self-effacing honesty expressing what I know...

yet cold and Machiavellian, the soothsayer some seek

his doctrine antithetical to everyone's beliefs.

Often viewed mercurial, his moods change like the wind;

no altruistic tendencies,  no kindness to rescind.

I mourn the ruination of all who’ve lost their soul;

then buttoning my cardigan, I brace against the cold.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

NaPoWriMo Day 29 Prompt: To use one of the following words in a poem:clandestine, Machiavellian, incandescent, altruism, self effacing, albatross, antithetical, mercurial, elegy, cardigan I chose some form of all of them 

TY to TS for challenging our vocabularies with her brilliant use of words.

Leaving is the Hardest Part

 

leaving is always the hardest part

not knowing if we will ever return

holding tight to all the memories made

as we climb the steps for the long flight home

it was all I had imagined and more

castles and strands, blue skies and rain

medieval banquets, bread dipped in salt for friendship

oh, how I would go back again!

this small country in a big sea

it’s always been part of me

travelling narrow roads and byways

filled with love for this distant land 

we were smitten from the start

held enrapt in the palm of their hand

with stories and tales passed down through time

how the locals charmed us

on this trip that we’d scrimped and saved for

not knowing what was in store

filled with anticipation, so we embarked

a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

© Ginny Brannan 2024

Photo by author

Day 28 Prompt from Writers .com:

Write a poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards.

 

the last line is taken from a Chinese proverb.

Transmuting

 

You see her there in silhouette

standing all alone,

sequestered in the shadows

defiant in her tone

Sadness overtakes you

marked in monochrome.

The tears you spill sit shining

on sallow cheek and chin,

broaching an enigma

that will not let you in.

Simple in complexity,

trapped inside her soul

always yearning to be free

of things she can’t control.

So save your suppositions

those ill-spent inclinations,

the false and feigned frustration

and just let her be...

 

for she’ll accost the ardent fool who skirts her limitations

and woe to all who disregard her need to find salvation.

© Ginny Brannan 2024

A Certain Slant of Light

 

There’s a certain slant of light

that casts on us in Spring

it calls the flowers to come out

and prompts the birds to sing.

 

The days stretch longer than before,

the stars are slow to shine;

an ocean breeze is sent to tease

and we respond in kind.

 

We watch the young males preening;

–a startled flock taking flight;

with each new dawn so earth responds

 to this new slant of light.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

 

Using NaPoWriMo 2024 prompt for Day 24, to start a poem with the first line of a favorite poet, mine is from Emily Dickinson’s  “There’s a Certain Slant of Light”

'Practical' Magic

 

It calls to us in the predawn hours,

sweet on the lips, warm to the touch–

like addicts we follow, like moths to the flame;

 its heady aroma drawing us closer–

arousing our thirst, staking it’s claim.

What can this be, this curious thing

igniting our senses to make us give chase?

An unknown enigma? A wonder vaccine?

Or a magical potion that’s brewed from a bean.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

From Writer's .com for Day 23: Write about a mundane task that (secretly) doubles as a magical ritual.

 

Broken Heart Syndrome

 

How do I mend a broken heart

that doesn’t want to mend?

How do I piece the shards together

to make it whole again?

How do I rebuild something

that no one else can see–

shattered into a thousand pieces

there, inside of me?

The ache I bear weighs heavy

and makes it hard to breath;

it would have been much easier 

 if you didn't leave.

There is little to be done

 and nothing to be gained...

the wind blows through this broken heart

and tears, they fall like rain—

tell me why is it when someone leaves,

it’s we that bear the pain?

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

*Takotsubo cardiomyopathy or "Broken Heart Syndrome" is when the heart muscle becomes suddenly stunned or weakened. It mostly occurs following severe emotional or physical stress. The condition is temporary and most people recover within two months.

Good Universe Next Door prompt Say 22 How to Survive Heartbreak. I have no answers, just do the best you can, I guess.

When Everything Turns Gray

The charcoal sky grows darker

with the impending storm,

the shadows blend together

where they cast across the lawn.

Hear the thunder rumbling

its drum-roll lingers on...

lightening flashes thunder crashes–

the leaden sky responds.

Everything turns monochrome

as earthen as the clay;

mood is foul and scowling

as blue sky turns to gray.

Bleak and austere scene is cast

does nothing to allay;

the ashen clouds foreboding

to add to somber fray.

A pall is cast across the land

where once bright colors shone

we’re left morose and resolute

standing here alone. 

 

 © Ginny Brannan 2024

From NaPoWriMo 2024 prompt to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. Mine is less about repetition and more about different iterations of a certain color.

Against the Wind

 

I try to put my best foot forward

even when the skies are gray;

the darkness always reaching toward us

 

still all my best laid plans are thwarted.

I stumble trying to make headway

while trying to put my best foot forward

 

I doubt I’ll ever be rewarded

for even those we love betray;

the darkness always reaching toward us

 

each new strategy, aborted

our cards are dealt then cast away

while trying to put our best foot forward

 

the words I hear appear distorted,

spinning thoughts in disarray

—the darkness always reaching toward us

 

I do my best to be supportive

while you discourage and upbraid

I try to put my best foot forward

the darkness always reaching toward us.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

"I’m older now and still running against the wind"  Bob Seger

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Day 17 NaPoWriMo 2024 prompt: A poem inspired by a piece of music. Can be used as title

Beware the Parseltongue

 

One is a sly parseltongue.

He lies like a snake in the grass.

He undulates charm while threatening harm;

the color of skin hides the poison within—

he truly is evil ‘unmasked’

 

The other, a man of his word

who struggles, at times, to be heard

moral and kind is such a rare find

no need to insult, or to have his own cult

and rarely, his anger incurred.

 

The difference is like day and night,

we watch and hope fate intervenes.

Which one will hold sway at the end of the day?

Will kindness rebound and the other leave town?

Our future remains to be seen

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

 

 Day 16 Writers.com Write about two opposing yet co-existing realities.

 

A Bit of 'Frost' and 'Poe'

 

In the wee hours while still napping,

ever gently came a rapping,

ever soft there came tapping

there, against the window pane.

Deep into the darkness peering

starless night no moon appearing

heavy clouds now commandeering

giving way to steady rain

The budding trees await the calling

of the rain, now heavy falling

that winter storms have hindered, stalling

staving springtime flower show.

The steady downpour falls for hours

sometimes softer, sometimes louder

soaking ground to tease the flowers

where yesterday there still was snow.

 

 © Ginny Brannan 2024

Day 12 Loosely based on Good Universe Next Door Prompt to pay homage to a favorite poet using a line from their poem.  I did not choose one particular line, but instead chose two of my favorite poets, borrowing the style of one (Poe's 'The Raven), and the capture of change of seasons from another (Frost's 'Spring Pools)

Premonitions

 

It was absolutely real, 

that feeling of foreboding

I tried to tell someone, 

yet no one would believe.

I was just a young kid,

and no one listened to me.

Why would someone change course 

in the middle of the stream?

The plans were set in motion

 and all was going well

why stir the pot and 

make the night unpleasant?

And everyone was fine 

until we hit the pole

Yes, everything was good 

until it wasn’t.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024 

 

Prompt Day 10 Writers.com

Write about an event that you might interpret as a sign from a higher power.

Eclipsed

 

There is so much we take for granted

sailing our days upon this course

on this boat called “Earth.” 

Like the way the sun can

light the sky, even through the clouds .

Hidden, yet its warmth still felt.

Friendship is a lot like that:

unseen, yet always felt.

We are eclipsed in this great expanse

dwarfed by moon and sun

Setting out to conquer all

before our life is done. 

And with some luck

our paths may cross 

on this celestial sea

riding on a wave of stars

to find our destiny.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

 

Day 9 with inspiration based loosely on prompt for Day 8, Good Universe Next Door’s Prompt for Eclipse Day. 

*Adobe stock image.

It's All in the Delivery

 

I’ve been told I’m “mean”

but in a nice sort of way.

That I have a certain way with words

(for a writer, that has to be a “plus,” right?)

But sometimes, or maybe frequently,

I will utter a comment with a bit of an edge

(Really? Who me??? How can that be?)

I would never purposely insult you

or even broach the subject

of anything you did or didn’t do.

But if I may be candid (or if you cross my path)

I may be somewhat prompted to say a word or two.

I find with age comes wisdom and I can clearly see

that at this exact moment, you’re not as wise as me

 —wink, wink—smile—

Yes, patience is a virtue; kindness has its charm,

wit and humor have their place, a smile can disarm.

And I can use my wiles, if it’s wiles that you need

but if you test my self-restraint, you’ll find out where that leads.

I’m the epitome of sweetness as you can plainly see...

Jekyll/Hyde, you decide... I’m WAITING...Yep, WAITING...STILL WAITING........

Patiently! 

(Can you tell?)

© Ginny Brannan 2024

Day 5 NaPoWriMo Prompt from Writers.com Find something dark and hidden inside your brain, your body, your heart. Shine a light on it. What do you see?

Image: Carolyn Hax via Google images. I just love her art! She's captured the mood!