For You Who Grieve Tonight: Poem

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For You Who Grieve Tonight

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The day was long, the night will be endless

Emotionally spent the tears won't come

Its just the heart that continues to beat

The soul has nothing more to eat

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But ashes; dust and ashes.
Diamonds in the dust it may well be
Grief is an absolute entity
And living another form of tyranny

Speak of life and death, the details
Of what lies between birth and extinction
Rationality irks, cannot comfort the loss
Highflown theories until complete cessation

For those who grieve tonight, the pain
Almost too intense to bear:
Hearing, seeing, feeling their loss
And nobody, nobody with whom to share

The tears should come, do not check their flow
Tears can heal like a gentle loving hand
Calm the mind, ease the heart and
There is a lifetime ahead to understand.

Softly words will come
Someday grief will go
Forget the logical mind
Leave reason behind.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Urban Art, Lille

High up on the walls of Lille, an artist has given rein to his or her imagination.

It Is So Hard To Be Alone: Poem

It Is So Hard To Be Alone

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It is so very hard to be alone; from dawn to dusk

From dusk to dawn, alone, alone alone.

From a chant to a rant to a highpaying job

To an apartment in St Germain des Pres

That everybody wants to rob.

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It is very hard to be a cog in the wheel

It is very hard to be a cog without a wheel

To turn, to burn in one's flaming solitude.

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From birth to death, this profession of existence

Making an art of solitude, an act of independance.

It is so easy to die alone.

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Copyright: Rani Turton

Lovely Doorway, Paris

Beautifully sculpted doorway in a public street in Paris.

Rooftop urban Art, Paris

As always, fascinating!

Street Art vehicule, Paris

One can see quite a few of these vans that have emblems of urban art on them.

Clouds That Come And Go: Poem

Clouds That Come And Go

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Clouds that come and go

Untold divine missions do

They carry out, without pause or falter

They our fates can certainly alter.

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Clouds that gather up above

Do they ever wonder?

What do scurrying mortals matter?

When the heavens shatter?

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Now and then clouds do go

Far above to hot unknown lands

The wonder, the surprise, the unabated joy

When they reply to uplifted hands.

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Copyright: Rani Turton

Street Corner Sculpture, Paris

Street corner figure at the corner of Rue de Rennes.

Delage Antique Car

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This beauty was at a car show in a suburb of Paris.

The Eiffel Tower, Paris

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In the daylight, the Eiffel Tower seems a mass of iron girders but is very impressive.

Without You: Poem

Without You

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Without you the waters lie still; the reflections of silent trees

Remain as though transfixed but not tranfigured

Green shrubs and leaves remain sombre; clouds peer

And wonder at the stillness.

It might even rain. Why doesn't the rain

Fall now and be done with it's will?

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Without you feelings remain in my heart

Unable to be expressed. Freedom and finery

Are long behind. Senses and sense are nonsense.

When will the cells in my body awake?

When will the dawn come and awakening light

Awaken my brain?

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Let me wait for another day yet again.

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Copyright: Rani Turton