Rachel Brainard

Rachel Brainard Oct 2012

and I stop
beginning to turn
when your smooth, warm hands
find the curves of my back
warm breath falls on my neck
a soft voice filling my ear

I searched for so long
only to discover that I just needed
to be still
and let you
find me

Rachel Brainard Oct 2012

Scrutiny

OPEN
A bald man with
a beard like Santa Claus

Coffee?
Please.
Ya need a menu?
Please.

Stares from
men and women
with glasses and
overalls and
straw hats.

Chalkboard green walls
plastered with
all kinds of
Elvis.

One by one
their gaze shifts
just a little.

Who's that youngster
in the corner
with the hat?

Scrutiny

Rachel Brainard Oct 2012

Enough

Sunrise to sunset
and beyond
working
longing
yearning
never attaining the simple goal
I just want to be
**enough

Rachel Brainard Sep 2012

untitled...so far

through a menagerie of leaves

                  red

                                orange

                                                   yellow

against a deep blue sky, the moon a

                  bright

                                white

                                                  shadow

                                                                       I'm

                                                 falling

                                 for

                                                                  you

Rachel Brainard May 2012

Time

fast
slow

never stopping
always going

can we catch it
without slowing?

on the face that's always
glowing

can we pass it without
growing?

at times we feel like
it is towing

us behind it
never knowing

what it is that lies ahead.

here it comes it's always
beating

bringing laughter
sometimes weeping

wanting you to think it's
leading

to a hand that's always
feeding

your sore heart that's ever
bleeding

but you never are content.

now it's here it's got you
thinking

looking sly with tempting
winking

and your heart is ever
sinking

down into a black abyss.

and your heart is always
leaking

‘cross the pane your blood is
streaking

yet you still are always
seeking

something else to fill that void.

In the sunset you can
see it

all creation 'round you
be it

hope inside begins to grow.

you know inside you know
for sure

you know that you have found
the cure

so you answer that tugging
lure

knowing that it will
endure

forever and all time.

This is a piece I wrote quite awhile ago. I know it needs some changing, but I'm not sure how or what. Any feedback/critique is greatly appreciated!

Rachel Brainard May 2012

(need help with this)

from the flat, scorched fields of Nebraska
to the rugged, snowy tops of Alaska
we danced a jig - no, a rap
swaying beautifully to the beat
of a one-two step
loving and fearing and trusting
and listening

Threads twisted and crossed
until a beautiful know came into view, untying impossible.

Ups and downs and a deluge of life
produced permanent stains on the separate strings
playing a harmony never equaled or paralleled.

It began as a single note
and quickly progressed to chords and
talented fingerpicking.

A unique song
that echoes off peaks, across the plains, to the valley.

And life came again
separating the melodies
tearing them apart.

And they screak in protest
knowing that they will play together again
and decorate the terrain
with joy.

Memories alone let them
spread their wings and

SOAR

This one is a very rough draft that I would really like some feedback on. I still haven't come up with a title. Please give suggestions.

Rachel Brainard May 2012

Life etchings

And life brings together
Sing.  Dance.  Love.  Listen.
Feel the rhythm.  Feel the ride.

A roommate previously unknown
begins to unpack,
curiosities scattered across the speckled dorm floor
unsure whether friend or foe mirrors her actions.

A match is lit as a friendship is kindled
starting slow and beginning to grow
until a towering flame outgrows the pit built
it thunders into all areas of existence.

A deluge drops
the wood is separated,
but the flames roar on.

And life tears apart
Write.  Call. E-mail.  Visit.
Clinging to the joy etched in memory.

This is also a draft that I would appreciate feedback on.