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, June 1, 2009

Doors: Poem

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Doors
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How do I walk though that closed door
I don't feel welcome anymore
The door that used to be the entry
To another world now remains
Shut against my entreaty:
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Silent, without pity.
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One day I'll come back again
Walk through that door again
I'l be strong enough to knock
And that door will open
I'll enter, I'll walk right in.
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A new life will begin.
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Copyright: Rani Turton

4 comments:

Doson said...

Lovely Poem..
Let your new life begin :)

sen and qi said...

This sounds quite Suufi. It reminds me of Rumi. I also write poetry sometimes but haven't done anything with it yet. I love the images that reflect with the wording too.

Deanob said...

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Natalie W said...

Beautiful poems and pictures. Really enjoy your site!