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 30, 2008

The Waiting


The Waiting

I had been waiting
Night after night
Until my tears had
Almost dimmed my sight

I had been waiting
And wondering for long
If life was only this
Dreary long song

I was then thinking
I should strive and grow
And even let this secret,
This love of mine show

This then is destiny
A road chalked out alone
Written in tears
In blood and in bone

Mine then is this journey
An uncertain end
To never know if you'll be waiting
Around the next winding bend.

Copyright: 2007 Rani Turton
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

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October 3, 2008 at 3:44 AM
Anonymous said...

thanks for the nice post

October 3, 2008 at 5:47 PM
Anonymous said...

This is very nicely done. The tone is somber, yet uplifting all at the same time.

October 5, 2008 at 2:27 PM
Dorothi said...

Mine then is this journey
An uncertain end
To never know if you be waiting
Around the next winding bend.
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Beautiful.....well written!!

October 10, 2008 at 12:06 PM

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