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October 27, 2018



by Jazzi Ryan Ranes

The wind is blowing,
like an angry god
huffing his resentment.

The flame by which
I write is flickering
in a subtle draft,

I linger over my memories
as I explore my craft.

Words flow freely in
the gentle light,

capturing them before
they escape in
the billowing dark.

The ideas I inscribe
until I get it right,

I am spurred on
through the howling

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Oct 28 2018 crafted. I was right there with you.

    • Jazzi Ryan Ranes
      Oct 28 2018

      Thank you! ☺


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