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


Tuesday, September 9, 2008

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This lovely icon is to be found in the Cathedral of Auxerre.

Old edifices dating back to the 4th and 8th centuries existed, but the cathedrale was begun around 1215. Stained glass windows dating back to the 13th and 16 centuries are remarkable. The wall paintings date from the 11th to 16 centuries, and the wooden paintings from the 16th. Centuries of faith and beauty stand there contemplating you, rather than the inverse. Man is transient, after all.




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