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, March 16, 2009

Knight in Shining Armour: Poem





















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(You'll Be My)Knight in Shining Armour

You'll be my knight in shining armour
Shining so bright I can hardly see
The sunlight because of thee

When springs wakens nature with a sigh
When fluffy clouds go sailing by
Summer comes on, with it's moonlight nights
You, my knight, will beckon to me with sweet delights.

Autumn and winter won't be so chill
Winter evenings with you I'll kill
I'll sit beside you, you'll be my guide
And thus through our lives we shall happily abide...

Copyright: Rani Turton
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2 comments:

darkspark said...

beautiful, evocative images.

March 30, 2009 at 11:14 AM
Total chat said...

What a lovely poem it was lovely to read, thank you

May 14, 2009 at 3:59 PM

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