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


Friday, October 2, 2009

Dragonfly, Dragonfly: Poem


Dragonfly

Dragonfly, dragonfly,
Please don't pass me by
Wait with me a little while
Whilst I look, wonder and smile

You, my poetic inspiration
Maybe even for Da Vinci's invention
Did you teach the planes to fly?
You lovely, lovely dragonfly.

I can see you poised and still
On the leaf, and thus until
Blazes the kind summer sun
Until coldest winter has begun.
.
Branch,pond, flower and breeze,
Wait a while with me now please;
We shared the silence, but now
You've flown onto another bough.
.
copyright: Rani Turton

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