I'll Take This Dance...

under waning moon

we trip the light fantastic

tangoing with words

© Ginny Brannan 2014

www.expanish.com: A guide to Tango Festival

Heading over to The Poet's Ball at dVerse to celebrate their 3 year anniversary. Come join us!!

Salvation

Salvation whispers subtly…

an answer to the prayers denied,

lessening the pain inside.

Virtue through complacency…

a chance for you to start again;

twisting word to fit your truth,

impeaching others for their sin.

Once carefree but now obsessed;

narrow-minded on your quest.

©  Ginny Brannan 2014

Excerpt of Michelangelo's 'The Creation of Adam'

Is salvation found in perpetual repentance, or in forgiveness—

primarily forgiving one's self in the quest for inner-peace…

The Struggle between Sun and Storm

The sky scans clear and sun abounds—

we revel in each day, serene;

till storms roll in and thunder sounds.

Much like the howl of distant hounds

creeping closer, yet unseen...

the threat unmarked while sun abounds.

Your dark indifference confounds;

the words cut like a guillotine,

as storms roll in and thunder sounds.

I wonder, do you see their frowns?

The children flounder in-between,

while you pretend that sun abounds.

Such sheer impassiveness dumfounds...

emotions locked in quarantine—

as storms roll in and thunder sounds.

And in your wake, the children drown;

so comes the choice to intervene—

while sky is clear and sun abounds

before approaching storm resounds.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

Storm Image Gallery: John Lund/Riser/Getty Images

Aquamarine

Image by author, Long Island Sound, 2013

A Game of Patience

Meredith Frampton, 'A Game of Patience' 1937

Take me back to the place where time stood still…

Would each one of us were able

to read the other’s thoughts so well—

            anticipate the other’s fate...

to lay our cards out on the table,

expose what’s guarded deep within.

How discomfiting to tell

what it is you feel inside…

            Might there be something left for me?

I never knew that when we fell

then stood again, a piece was lost…

And so compelled, I now confide

no poker face; my cards exposed...

(yet through the years you’ve never shared;

            nor have I, although I’ve tried)

constrained in limbo to remain 

            ever by another’s side.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

On concept of 'love's labours lost'

Sharing at Magpie Tales #226. Image provided by Tess Kincaid, she provides the image, we the story!

Cravings...

I long to be craved for

in the wee hours before

darkness melts into dawn;

I long to be the first thought

that enters your mind each day…

I long to be savored,

sweet and moist upon your lips

as morning rays slip the blinds

casting stripes on linen sheets.

I long to feel your soft breath

as you inhale the scent of me;

feel  your pulse quicken

as my warmth teases your tongue

I long to arouse your senses

satisfy your thirst…

I long to be …  

                     … coffee

© Ginny Brannan 2014

I also long to be 21 again too, but that aint working for me either!

Water Colors

a study in pastel

pollen drifts the surface

 to capture Monet 

© Ginny Brannan 2014