Sunday, January 15, 2012

Adrift

Lost in the shuffle,
it’s not worth the scuffle
to fight to the surface for air…
I drown in indifference
with barely a small hint
that anyone here really cares.
Bottle these feelings
until I am reeling --
pretend everything’s what it should be.
Won’t take the bait but
am starting to hate this --
feel like I’m no longer me.

©   Ginny Brannan  Written June 2010











Sharing at Magpie Tales #100! Image Courtesy Tess Kincaid.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Unwrapped

Baubles plucked from conifer
brittle memories carefully
wrapped in tissue,
packed away; forgotten

remnants, another year 
discarded

as outdoors-in leaves once again.

Days
of darkcloud skies,
and snowpack earth

leave me
unwrapped; empty
as the cardboard at the curb.

©  Ginny Brannan January 2012
Thanks, my friends at FEPC!



Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #26 01/10/12

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Uplifted

wherever I am,
poetry lifts from mundane
giving flight to dreams

© Ginny Brannan January 2011













Sharing at BlueBell Books Thursday Short Story Slam January 5th, 2012



Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Fractured Fairy Tale


Once upon a time…

I was a different person--
innocent…trusting…

people change.

Have seen
killing without purpose;
women and children
bruised, abused; teens
abducted, raped,
murdered; wars fought
not over genocide or
starvation, but  some
political pundit’s gain.

Have known
those feigning kindness
and good-will.
Dangerous, they are…
because they act
sincere,
and look like you
and me.

Have been
stepped on,
passed over,
lied to,
back-stabbed,
ignored,
forgotten…

enough shit for one lifetime.

Some days I wish I could go back.
Too much has changed…

especially me.

©   Ginny Brannan November 2011


Monday, January 2, 2012

Ignoring the Current

The fog slips heavy through the hills
Image: Moevs, Marina River
creeps slowly ‘cross the valley floor
Peaceable river gently flows,
mirror meandering through the woods
Reminds me of you, once more.

Like river, we skirt certain issues
that nobody else seems to see;
disguised like the fog, in thick camouflage,
burying feelings, burying thoughts
as current turns past, silently

©  Ginny Brannan January 2012





Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid, TheMag--she provides image, we provide story! Sharing at The Mag #98 
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #29 1/31/12!

Love Undying


He comes to visit each day,
reminding us as he enters that he’ll
be taking her home as soon as she’s
better, as soon as she’s stronger;
his dear sweet wife.

He lives for this woman, now mute
regressed in her memory--
holding tightly to a baby doll
perhaps for comfort, or perhaps
lost in vision of childhood
long past.

He gently wheels her through the halls
as though on some grand tour--
then he sits on the sofa in the hall
and lovingly clasps her pale parchment hand.
Talking softly, he asks

“Do you know what day today is?
It’s New Years eve day”

........“Can you hear me?”

........“Do you know who I am?”

and I wonder …

When I am old and lost in my thoughts
will someone come to see me each day,
gently take me by the hand--
and quietly remind me who I am?

©  Ginny Brannan  January 2012
Calling this one of my "Tales from the Inside." My day job is at nursing home/rehab center. Some stories are worth sharing, this is one of them.
Image: Google Search, Old Couple (Serensojo71)

Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #25 Jan. 3rd, 2012 

Love Undying by gbrannan

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Interview: Blue Bell Books Week 18 Meet the Writers

I am a regular contributor to BlueBell Books Thursday Short Story Slam, and last Fall they kindly asked me to interview for them. When originally asked, I had understood this was to be posted around 1/6, so much to my chagrin (and embarrassment for missing this!) have discovered it was actually posted in November, boy is my face red!! Just wanted to share the link here for my friends and followers. And want to thank BlueBell Books for honoring me with this interview!!