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


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

So Far Have I Travelled: Poem


So Far Have I Travelled

So far have I travelled, from one shore to another.
I saw the sunset and moonrise from various city roofs;
Dusty tracks, cobbled stones and also
The sound of horses' clattering hoofs.

So far have I travelled and heard the lilt
Of speech's cadence;
When sleep touched my eyelids I lost myself
In destiny's strange dance.

So far have I travelled and for so long;
So long the road, so deep the reflection:
There is a moral as ever to be found
Life was never perfection.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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