ARTISAN OF WORDS


I am an artisan of words
Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can;
I am a creator of worlds;
I pour my emotion into the poems I write.
I breathe life into them, blow them skywards
And finish them only when they sound right.

These remnants of thought without reason
Will remain on pages season after season
Long after I'm gone; when my task is done
The love, the longing, the pain
Will be evoked then by somebody else
Who in turn will remember and write again
To create another slow soft song
That people can read and draw into their hearts
Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams
My poems will ride high the moonbeams.



Copyright: Rani Turton 2007


Friday, October 23, 2009

Reflections on Serenity: Poem


Reflections On Serenity


From where did I come and from this point
What do I become and where do I go to?
My mind becomes a jumble of whats and whys and wheres.


I watch the river, flowing. Sometimes forceful
And at other times, tranquil. I watch the day
And the night. I am one with the water, sky and earth.


Sometimes, pause and listen to earth's heartbeat.
Still your mind, and still your feet.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Monday, October 19, 2009

Artistic Gutter Pipe
































Detail of a fabulously artisitc gutter pipe in the Ile St Louis, Paris

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Reclining Cat
























Any place is good enough when you're really really tired, even if its just on top of a dustbin!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Smallest House in Paris
























The smallest house in Paris as seen from the Seine.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Posing Cat
























Just look at me posing prettily for this picture!


Friday, October 2, 2009

Dragonfly, Dragonfly: Poem


Dragonfly

Dragonfly, dragonfly,
Please don't pass me by
Wait with me a little while
Whilst I look, wonder and smile

You, my poetic inspiration
Maybe even for Da Vinci's invention
Did you teach the planes to fly?
You lovely, lovely dragonfly.

I can see you poised and still
On the leaf, and thus until
Blazes the kind summer sun
Until coldest winter has begun.
.
Branch,pond, flower and breeze,
Wait a while with me now please;
We shared the silence, but now
You've flown onto another bough.
.
copyright: Rani Turton

Peacock Window
























Window with sculpted peacocks at Paris. Magnificent!