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, November 30, 2008

Tears: Mumbai



Tears: Mumbai



Third day running
So many people down
Never going to go home
Never going to go home.

Tears in this crowded town
Silence broken by gunshots
Tears in this crowded town
Lives laying themselves down.

At the end of it all
Nothing much to tell
God must be wondering why
We seem to revel in Hell.


Copyright: Rani Turton


26th November 2008


1 comment:

Unknown said...

hi this poem conveys the emotions of mumbai so well
nice blog you have love flowers