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 23, 2009

Reflections on Serenity: Poem


Reflections On Serenity


From where did I come and from this point
What do I become and where do I go to?
My mind becomes a jumble of whats and whys and wheres.


I watch the river, flowing. Sometimes forceful
And at other times, tranquil. I watch the day
And the night. I am one with the water, sky and earth.


Sometimes, pause and listen to earth's heartbeat.
Still your mind, and still your feet.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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