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


Friday, September 19, 2008

Wordsmiths








WORDSMITHS

Prose writers write pages,
Paint pictures with stories.
Some make you laugh.
Some make you cry.
Some make you think.

Poets speak volumes
in a few short lines.

Politicians talk for hours
and usually say nothing.


Copyright: Ron Flowers

I liked the ideas expressed so fluently in this poem. Ron Flowers kindly gave me the honour of allowing me to put it in this blog. Thank you, Ron, you are always welcome here.

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2 comments:

Love Works said...

Well said. Here's to personal aspirations. Thanks again. Peace -- jb

September 25, 2008 at 10:12 PM
Anonymous said...

well nice poem

October 3, 2008 at 5:49 PM

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