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


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

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