Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Golden Spiral

Life spirals
in ever widening circles,
elliptical orbits…
passing only once en route
to some unknown end;
sometimes we almost touch the past
but can’t go back again.
Through each mistake, in every trial—
conviction holds the key;
a lesson learned at every turn
upon our path to ‘be’

© Ginny Brannan 2015

Image shared by Tess Kincaid/Magpie Tales













The Golden Spiral is a non-linear shape occurring in nature, for example the arms of spiral galaxies, or in phyllotaxis of leaves, or the spiral of a nautilus shell, sometimes these are also referred to as a Fibonacci spiral. Perhaps this term isn’t exactly impressive on its own, until you realize that this ratio is the key to everything from encrypting computer data, to the numbers of spirals on a sunflower head, to our own limbs and why the Mona Lisa is so pleasing to the eye. The idea of this ever-widening yet proportionate shape intrigues me, because life in general is not linear, but full of  twists and turns. And so this piece was inspired, not just as reference to shape, but as reference to the spiral of  ‘life’ itself…

Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Last Echo

And so the darkness leads to somber sway,
as graphite smudge on pristine page takes bloom;
avoiding past mistakes that would consume
or left to build could eat this soul  away.

My comprehension falters, starts to fray—
while searching for some purity of soul
I seek to find contentment to be whole
as stillness over-rides the end of day.

© Ginny Brannan 2015




A dear friend of mine recently shared a poem which inspired this, sort of an echo back to his thoughts and words.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Where Journey's Meet…New Book Release!!


Once in a blue moon something magical comes along…

Coinciding with the second full moon of July, 
Journey of the Heart Women's Spiritual Poetry
announces release of it's second collection...


sharing hearts and voices from women from around the world.

This book will be available at Amazon.com 
beginning July 31st, 2015
All proceeds to go to ~                                                                                              
a mentoring program that encourages girls to explore and develop their creative talents, both written and oral.
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I am pleased and honored to have three poems chosen to appear in this collection:

My pre-release interview may be viewed here:


View Trailer below:

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

An Incredible Lightness of 'Being'

It happened without fanfare
no ticker tape, no announcement…
so subtle it was hard to say the exact moment
when the veil lifted,
the weight disappeared,
and calmness claimed
the place where pain had screamed.
Once again your blue eyes shown
  and hope danced in their brightness.

©  Ginny Brannan 2015

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Finding the "Groove" Again

Internet Image, James B. Whiteside, hard edit


“One step forward, two steps back…
Two steps forward, one step back…”

You dance this strange, unconventional dance
trying to find your balance once more
No pirouettes, no jetés
only petite adagios and tour lents instead;
  —pivoting cautiously—
as pain surveys silently stage-left
anxious to claim the spotlight again.

Eyes forward, back straight
slow and steady—
     stand…hold… rest
     stand…hold… rest
building strength
until each movement becomes rote;
…your accolades acrued in each forward measure.


©  Ginny Brannan

Internet Image, Darek Fidyka, hard edit

















Dance terms:
Pirouettes: spins
Jetés: throw the leg, jump with a throw of the leg
Petite “adagios” small slow sustained movements
tour lents: to turn slowly on one leg

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Searching for the Silver Lining


The minutes have turned to hours…
days slowly stretch into weeks—
a storm rolled in and took you down
            for a moment, thought you drowned
…still you stood upon storm’s retreat.

Helpless, we watched the skies darken.
Unknowing, observed the clouds swarm.
Without any warning
            the red haze was forming
too quickly to steer from its harm.

How long till the lightening passes,
to assess all the damage that’s done?
Through the wind and the rain
            and the endless pain
we chase the elusive sun.

And I search for the “silver lining”
some sign we’ll return to the norm—
as we wait a bit longer
            while you grow stronger…

          I still cannot see past this storm.

©  Ginny Brannan 2015