ARTISAN OF WORDS (One): July 2008

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

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Artisan of Words: The Eiffel Tower Gets The Blues

For some professional pictures which show this better than the photograph I took quickly (we are not allowed to park in the vicinty) you can try this link:

http://www.hotels-paris-rive-gauche.com/blog/index.php/2008/07/02/2443-eiffel-tower-goes-blue-europe

This sites gives you professional photos and even a video showing the scintillating lights from top to toe that last about 15 minutes when it lights up.

The Eiffel Tower Gets The Blues

When I came to know that the lighting of the Eiffel Tower was going to turn blue to celebrate France's presidency of the European Union I was all agog to see it. So we went dashing off one evening to see this seasonal summer wonder. (July and August only). At 10 p.m it started off with a pale blue glow, and then for 15 minutes there were sparkling lights travelling all over the Tower. Then the blue settled down as elegantly like a lady setttling her gown and everyone was just staring at it. It was simply amazing. In fact it was splendid. Forget about mean people say about cost, light pollution, Martians being to able to see our overlighted earth. The Iron Lady was fabulous in her blue sequinned evening gown.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden

A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden

And secrets that lie behind that blank facade

A building, some windows, my dreams

I wandered on those blind Parisian streets

Nobody knew my name

Nobody knew where I came from

I was different, yet still the same

A wooden door like corpus callopsum

Holds my two worlds together

I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee

The buzzing and the hum

Friday, July 25, 2008

Friday, July 18, 2008

TAKE THIS DAY AS YOUR OWN: Poem

Take This Day As Your Own

Take this day as your own
Trouble and pain loom large
The night brings no comfort
The dawn in silence turns mutely away.

Take this day, no questions asked
Reflecting, analysing and rehearsing
Won't bring you what you most desire

Peace, utter and absolute tranquillity.

Sunrise and rain
Tears and pain
Take this new day as your own
Believe, don't grieve
The seeds have been sown

All will be well
All will be well, my friend.

Copyright : Rani Turton

ARTISAN OF WORDS (One)