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


Monday, January 19, 2009

Martin Luther King's Day

Martin Luther King's Day

Life comes full circle.
All of your battles have not been in vain.
The man with the heart of a sixty year old, worn out by passion
Struggle and rhetoric
Today you live on, in another epoch.

Of all nations and races
Take this time to remember
How to live with your neighbour
Build another legend, build another story
The history-in-the-making time has come around.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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