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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Closing Years
In these closing years of your life
Each time I see your white hair that was once so black
Your body bent that once walked so straight
I remember you throwing me up in your arms
And waiting for you impatiently at the gate
Let time quietly glide away
And grace touch every moment that is left
Never to know distress, worry, stress
And when you close your eyes to rest one day
It might be to the sound of familiar footsteps I guess
That you can follow without any fear in your heart;
And to the sound of soft beloved voices,
Maybe that is the way loved ones depart.
Rani Turton
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Clouds That Come And Go
Clouds that come and go
Untold divine missions do
They carry out, without pause or falter
They our fates can certainly alter.
Clouds that gather up above
Do they ever wonder?
What do scurrying mortals matter?
When the heavens shatter?
Now and then clouds do go
Far above to hot unknown lands
The wonder, the surprise, the unabated joy
When they reply to uplifted hands.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Consternation in the Constellations
My love walks on paved stones
On paved stones he walks
Far far from home
He is far away and there is no more sun.
My love walks aoens from me under grey skies;
Dripping wet, at times clear skies that are dry
Just as are sometimes my eyes
My love walks and may never return
How do you ask the world to rotate counterclockwise?
The day is silent, the night is dumb
And now there seems to be
Consternation in the constellations
All is as quiet as misery
The stars blink out by billions
The tears that are gathered in the galaxy.
Rani Turton
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Dance The Slow Music, The Sandstorm Swirls
The sandstorm swirls, pebbles and sand
Hitting dour walls
Dance, dance the slow music
Elements appeasing music
Music appeasing elements
Pulse and body and sand
The music is one with the sand that whirls
Hide, hide the face that burns
Close, close the eyes that burn
Because of the storm in the city
No more passion, no more pity
There were mirages with shimmering paths
There were trodden truths and treacherous theories
And home's horizons far, far away.
Dance the slow music
Cease the howling wind, the phantoms
Of the sand that can speak with strange gifts
The old man on his rope-bed with bleary eyes
Remembers and speaks
Of old forgotten things; some people listen
Waiting for the wind to fall
Sand will, leaves will fall, trees that bend
Life stands still, dance the slow music, the sandstorm swirls
Wait and heed nature's call.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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