Touch me; my body is yours
I have offered to you my heart
I will wrap my legs around you
to inhale the essence that is you,
Make me heady with your scent,
awaken my senses, my longing,
In my eyes; is where you reside
Your face in my hair, your head
upon my womb; listen to the place
where you have made your home,
within me, I welcome you in love
Your skin, salt water on my tongue,
mingled in my mouth, my limbs,
hot flesh warms you, keeping you
safe, cradled within me, upon me,
beside me; your eyes misty, looking
in mine, with a thousand secrets kept,
for infinite time
for all time

©Brenda-Lee Ranta


There is trepidation when I travel,
also a feeling of needing to let go
mired by routine, safety and  comfort
I cannot renew, if I am confined in
my insulated world – cocooned
a plane will be my euphemism for wings

So I will fly
pushing myself beyond my limits
so when I return home, I will be a 
little more sure of myself again

©Brenda-Lee Ranta


Slowly spreading through me
thick as molasses; just as dark,
heavy wet blankets smother me
pressing my chest, pulsing there,
a squatter stealing my body
making itself at home inside me

Brain racing to make it leave,
ordering it out, it snickers at me,
tells me things about myself, 
implies things about being inept
implies things about being weak
Fear, doubt, panic
molasses oozing down
inside my hidden places
inside my heart spaces
stealing my warmth

I am cold
ice cold
sweaty browed
freezer burned

It is a mighty warrior, this fear
I am helpless to fight it for long
succumbing to it in exhaustion
Losing a battle is humiliating
for an intelligent person who
should know how to outsmart it
but fails every time.


©Brenda-Lee Ranta

About the Author: Meet Susannah White

Wonderful new release!

Creative Talents Unleashed

Susannah White

About the Author

Susannah White

Creative Talents Unleashed is both thrilled and honored to announce the upcoming release of Where the Soul Wanders.

Susannah White is a self-taught poet residing in Southern California. Her passion for writing excelled at a very young age after winning a state writing competition. She won numerous awards throughout school, including the national President’s award multiple times. Although love was abundant, Susannah came from a home lacking material possessions, electricity, or a shower. This helped to shape the foundation for the strong mind she came to develop. Susannah has been shot in the eye, which left her blinded and a subject of ridicule. She has been hit by a car twice and has had facial reconstructive surgery, which left her face in metal plates due to an abusive ex. The trials bestowed upon her throughout her life taught her empathy and perseverance above all. She…

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Beyond the Slats – Author Brenda-Lee Ranta

An excerpt from my book..please leave your impressions or comments.

Creative Talents Unleashed

He kicked a pop can for two blocks

stopping always at the same fence

his nose between the wooden slats

dusk had settled, he could see them

Through the window, a dinner table

animated faces, hands gesturing

followed by gales of laughing faces

Father ruffling his son’s curly hair

He stuffed cold hands in his pockets

feeling his house key to emptiness

Pangs of envy, pangs of jealousy

filling his chest, keeping him there

He watched the mother fill glasses,

plates of desserts set before them

A kiss placed on the girls head,

shoulder squeezes, visions of love

Seeing his breath, he headed home

to drunkenness and canned soup

No kisses, no hugs, no affirmations;

till the next time he returned to peer

beyond the slats

© Brenda-Lee Ranta


Excerpt from the book “Allegories”

brenda-leeAbout the Author

Brenda-Lee Ranta resides in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. She shares her journey with her…

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The intentions

mePain arrives when we ignore the dreams we have for ourselves
Fear of speaking out loud is to deny that we matter

I listened to my soul, I told the universe out loud what I desire,
to be peace-filled and to be healed.  I said the words out loud, without ambiguity. 

I desire to heal my fears; I desire to be everything I was sent here to be.  I will no longer let my passions and creativity be stifled. 

I went to my silent, secret place and gave these thoughts away.

I shall be loved for who I am and not for how well I have conformed. 

This is my truth.


Blessing, Love and Light,

Brenda-Lee Ranta

Am I

Am I the woman of your carnal longing?

Is it my hot breath you feel on the back of your neck?

Is it my nails against your back that dig into your flesh?

Is it my body, you long to consume in lust, in love?

Is it my scent you carry on your skin, so that you are reminded?

Am I she?  Am I the one you waited to devour unceasingly?

Tell my aching limbs, is it me?

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