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
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Instants: poem
Instants
These fragments of time
Dewdrops in an oasis of a lifetime
Distance, duration and enduring
Instants transfixed by memory
Transferred to the mind and brain
These moments of memorizing who
What why when where
Life flows on, and episodes blend into episodes
Chapters begin, end, pause;
Instants of grace, intense and fleeting
Love heals all, even by a chance meeting.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
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