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


Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Wherever You Are: Poem

























Wherever You Are
Wherever you are, hear my call
Not more than a whisper, I dare not speak loud.

There were ages and epochs
The world has seen historical times
My head and heart have been filled with other emotions;
Mine, only mine.

The power of wishing, longing and yearning
Surely can cast magical spells
Can move the furtherest cloud
Can with a caress cause the earth to sprout

No, I cannot shout.

Wherever you are, if it comes to mind
The barely spoken secrets, the unbidden tears
Come then, and wipe away all these fears.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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