What We Carry Inside

It’s been nearly six decades since I knew this girl

I remember so little of what we shared then

but there were people that loved us

and all was right with our world.

Over the years, some disappeared, while others were found.

Each shaped the woman she’d turn out to be

each one retained, now part of me…

and the love still remains, 

 where it needs to be. 

© Ginny Brannan 2020

#15 NaPoWriMo There is much nostalgia that surrounds each holiday, Easter is no exception.Yes, I realize this is written in two different "voices" First Person and Abject, but when looking through the lens of the past, sometimes it just feels that way. Image from 1958 give or take a year.

Numb

The more together I try to keep it 

the further apart I become…

little things fall by the wayside

when you’re feeling numb.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

#14 NaPoWriMo   For a few days I have been typing away at ideas, and just  lost two of them on one document because I did not “save” it,  and now they’re gone.

So this is not what I planned to share, but how I feel at the moment.

The Dark Side

If you are looking for someone who writes of butterflies 

and happy places, puppy dogs and children’s faces,

   that would not be me;

there are thorns in the garden concealed on the roses,

and wasps that are ready to sting...

The dark side stays hidden where truth is forbidden.

So speak to me of the overcast sky, the rain and the wind,

the heartache that’s never forgotten…

and don’t line me up to repent for your sins;

the face that I show you is not who I am,

you know naught the trials I’ve carried within

nor the dark, empty paths that I’ve trodden.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

Butterfly girl by Akaeya-Lovely at Deviant art

Gone, But Not Forgotten...

I loved the scent of your affections

and the sizzle of your heat,

I don’t need no sweet confections

your smoky taste leaves me complete;

Such a morning temptress, though anytime would do,

I don’t think that there's anything

that could take the place of you.

You were the cream inside my coffee

the sunlight on my windowpane,

your taste still lingers on my lips

but that’s all that remains…

Yes, I forgot to pick you up,

I was such a fool…

now I’m left here to lament the taste of you.

Yes, I must acknowledge that my love for you is strong…

—you were the last piece of bacon in the fridge

              and now your go-o-o-o-one

(and now I think it's time to move along!)

© Ginny Brannan 2020

NaPoWriMo #12 

A few weeks back a friend challenged that someone should write a song about "bacon." Never one to let "sleeping challenges lie, "I came up with this. Yes, I went there, because...it's "BACON!! I'm weird like that!

Half - Empty

Once more I awaken in the middle of a storm—

global pain and loss

weigh heavy on my heart;

lack of intimacy tears my soul.

Thoughts churn and I wonder

“Will things ever be the same?”

Even optimists have their limitations.

Rain-laden clouds release their burden;

solace found in letting go.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

NaPoWriMo 

Found Along the Way

We were young then, oh, so young;

teens on the cusp of adulthood.

Did you even have an inkling that 

your acceptance would bind us for life?

Indelible moments accrued over time,

memories circumscribed by love

...I was the girl who came to dinner

   and never left.

Siblings by circumstance,

family by choice...

I would not be who I am, without you.

 © 2020

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 10

April 10^th is National Sibling Day

I am an only child blessed by 4 sisters and a brother who allowed me to "stay." Forever grateful that fate intervened all those years ago.

Hope

Bright yellow

on a bleak day…

Hope.

© Ginny Brannan 2020