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, March 10, 2009

A Niche For Me In Your Heart: Poem

















A Niche For Me in Your Heart

If you have some place
Some place you could well spare
Make a niche for me in your heart
To warm me within your space
I will never, never depart.
.
I will be more than a name and face
If you could grant me this grace
I would be more than a queen
To live in this honoured place
I would be part of your present
Not a part of your past
If only time would linger on
And make this dream last and last
.
A silly poem it seems
But then, so are many dreams.
.
Copyright: Rani Turton

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is a very wonderful poem, thank you!