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.
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