Shoring Up Liberty

Havoc reeks against these shores—

so many want to tear us down,

to break our spirit, see us drown.

But freedom screams within our hearts,

her spark still burns deep in our soul

to lift us up and make us whole..

© Ginny Brannan 2018

On the Cusp

Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth

The shadows wane against the wall

as summer burns and slowly turns,

ebbing quietly to fall.

The trees take on a different hue,

blazing bright in fading light…

A hundred thousand words imbue--

yet insufficiently recite,

nor validate, substantiate

these visions captured in our sight

Ambivalent, the songbirds sing --

their hearts rejoice with tempered voice

while dormant winter waits in wing.

© Ginny Brannan   August 2012

Written for The Mag #132
Image provided by Tess Kincaid. She provides the image, and we, the story!!

Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #59

By the Sea

Image taken: Ocean City, MD 200d

Let me walk along the shore

in soft-silk sand as toes explore

the wave-kissed edge of surf and sea.

Let me breathe the salt-scent air

and linger here, without a care

as white-capped waves wash over me.

Let me feel the summer sun

set me free and let me run

in tune with nature at the shore.           

Invade my soul so when I leave

sweet memories will cling to me

and stay with me forevermore.

©  Ginny Brannan May 2012

Sharing at d/Verse Poet's Pub Open Link Night Week# 45, 5/22/12
Written for Wednesday Wake Up Call 5/16/12 at New World Creative Union.

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