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, November 27, 2009

Street Art, Paris: Snail on Wall
























A colourful snail on a wall,  near the Gare du Nord, Paris.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Nets And Knots: Poem


Nets and Knots

Nets and knots, knots and nets.


Away from the shore, away from land
Into the mist and sea

Living, living and trying to be.


I am not a knot in a net
A knot I am not.



But, yet all I saught

Taught me naught

Life was a lesson, a reason

A long way have I come.



Nets and knots

Knots and nets.

Away from what I wanted to be

Just fishing on a lonely blue sea.



Copyright: Rani Turton


Thursday, November 19, 2009

Tweet, tweet, birdie!
























Street artist's conception of a tweeting bird!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Instants: Poem


INSTANTS


These fragments of time
Dewdrops in an oasis of a lifetime
Distance, duration and enduring

Instants transfixed by memory
Transferred to the mind and brain
These moments of memorizing who
What why when where

Life flows on, and episodes blend into episodes
Chapters begin, end, pause;
Instants of grace, intense and fleeting
Love heals all, even by a chance meeting.

Copyright:: Rani Turton

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Bit of Moon, Bit of Roof, Leaves: Photograph
























A bit of roof, the moon in daylight and some leaves...a strange tableau.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

At Sunset, Today
























At Sunset, Today


At sunset, today when the sky turns red
When clouds, try to veil the sky; when birds nest
And are too tired to fly


When workers, tired, straggle back home
And school has closed for the day
And in houses the curtains are drawn


When lights spring into life
And the spirit, tranquil, reflects
On the events of the day


At sunset, today, when the sky turns red
Father, grant everyone his daily bread.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Street Art
























Taken on a wall in a Parisian suburb, France.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Spices

























Spice stall at a local night market, at Delhi.