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


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


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