~Writing: Creating A Stream Of Consciousness Poem~

“Our rain was like faintest snow.. almost invisible within the mist. Barely seen shards of heat, lost in the chill of time.”

I want to try something, you guys. An experiment, if you will. I want you to write this poem. It does not have to rhyme, it does not have to make sense to anyone but you. Write as short or as long as you feel is needed.

You are going to create a poem of reality, veiled in lyrical words. One that is true and slanted to your unique sight. Poetically tell the truth and play the heart. Take the time to hear the colors, taste the sounds and immerse yourself in the words.

And I know you can do this because you all have a vision of your very own when you read the lines above. I read your various writings, as my time allows, and every single one of you are beautiful writers. Everyone of you have unique, lyrical viewpoints and I’d love to see what you can do with this.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Bare Foot In The Snow~

She strides slow,
barefoot in the snow,
racing to fast scalding concrete walks.

Feet burning low,
freezing skin down below,
racing to quick arctic
mountain peaks.

She strides slow,
bare-skinned in the snow,
racing to breathing hot
cavern walls.

Feet melting snow,
frozen tears down below,
racing to screaming fiery
nature calls.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Even As I Dream~

I write you down for all the world to see, I wonder what you think as you look up at me.

I love how you never sleep, your stories creating form themselves even as I dream.

What do you see when you choose these words I see, I wonder what you did before you came to me.

I love how you never sleep, your rhymes creating sing themselves even as I dream.

I write you down for all the world to see, I wonder if you said these words to anyone but me.

I love how you never sleep, your rhythms creating tune
themselves even as I dream.

What do you see when you choose these words for me, I wonder what you did before these words you see.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Dreams In A Locket~

~I wrote this poem yesterday. It sprung from three poems I had written in my twenties and had folded and slipped into my pocket in order to let them work on me. I mean to edit them and post them when they are ready. As of today, I have two folded sheets of twenty bond against my thigh, words from so long ago begging to see the light. The power of this poem took me to my knees as I wrote it.~

~Dreams In A Locket~

I have three poems in my pocket,
folded yesterdays on faded
grey pages.

Compressed memories of strange ages,
folded words suffocate like
faces in a locket.

I have two poems in my
pocket,
folded pages of unused
grey words.

Stifled existence of
strange worlds,
folded parchment retaliate like demons in a locket.

I have one poem in my
palm for you,
one page of letters in a dull
grey hand.

Reused words of a
different land,
folded nows awaken
like a hope brand new.

I have no words left in
my pocket,
you have them now like
missed dreams in a locket.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Sharks~

He: I love the beach, oceans, sail boats and marine fishing.

Me: I love rivers, lakes, ponds and waterfalls.

He: You have something against the sea?…

Me: Sharks don’t fall down
waterfalls.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

*Shark photos taken in Gatlinburg, TN, 9/8/2010, at Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies*

~Desire~

Your voice whispers to me of a passion inside,
Sends chills and thrills up and down my spine.
A sexy low rumble to make my knees go weak,
Breaking my resistance to the loving I seek.
Having never loved you like lovers do,
Your barely contained wanting for me is new,
And when we make love with a desire so true,
We’ll have then a love that finds very few.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~