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


Saturday, August 30, 2008

Poem by Arash


Forgery

when the artist sits down to create
his thoughts hover six feet above the ground

his restless mind attempts to (re)capture
the malleable experiences of the day
in beautiful and enduring shapes and forms

he longs for meters of verse that spark and glow
like hot branding iron smoldering in the dark.

he shall brandish his posthumous mark
on the pale blank sheets
and the fire that burns eternally
is the anguish uniquely felt

the artist knows no repose
for his mind itches like a flea-infested dog
and no remedy can be found
unless this heavenly itch
pours forth
in marvelous words
written in fleeting ink.

ARASH FARZANEH
Copyright

Rani's Note: I was deeply honoured to feature this poem of the artist and artisan expressed so beautifully by Arash, who kindly consented to let me feature it in this blog. I'm looking forward to some more of his contributions if he is willing.

http://arashworld.blogspot.com/