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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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A Lyrical Fantasy
I wrote this poem for you; just a lyrical fantasy.
Just some words that found their way onto a page.
Unasked for, unbidden
But not yet forbidden.
When the sun rose, I would ponder.
The sun set, yonder.
Night itself was a lone delight
A wilderness in which to write.
Then I asked my heart what it wanted to say:
It spoke softly, it did not want to betray.
I asked my soul and it had flown far away,
Far away; I thought of my beloved
And the words came; I, wont to reflection
Did not have to pause and think.
My soul, like a deer at a wild pond, did from love drink.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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A Mad Bird Was I
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
Rani Turton
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A Niche For Me in Your Heart
If you have some place
Some place you could well spare
Make a niche for me in your heart
To warm me within your space
I will never, never depart.
I will be more than a name and face
If you could grant me this grace
I would be more than a queen
To live in this honoured place
I would be part of your present
Not a part of your past
If only time would linger on
And make this dream last and last.
A silly poem it seems
But then, so are many dreams.
Rani Turton
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A Storm Will Arise Tonight
A storm will arise tonight.
The wind has started ruffling the pages of my book
The open window creaks, curtains billow.
Branches move, rustle softly, start to move.
Leaves of trees, leaves of books
Light, almost unsubstantial, it almost looks
As though an invisible hand moves.
The storm has arisen, pale boughs dance
To the wind that has set to a-singing;
Where do the clouds go when they sail out of sight?
The moon, amused, hides and bobs
Consents to show a single ray of light.
Lovers wait; poets write.
A storm will arise tonight.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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