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, June 7, 2013

Adored: Poem

























Adored

All steps lead to your door; all paths lead to you somehow.
When I saw you the very first time, it was evident to me
Life’s doors opened and closed for you. That my life
That the years, all these days and nights lay in your eyes.
Adored you are, adored you will remain, come what may.
Life can be fickle. My heart, however, is sworn to secrecy
Though sometimes weary; but walking, walking
On this road of destined love. Adored you are.
You will always be.
Precious as the air I breathe,
As vital as life is to me.


Copyright (text and image): Rani Turton