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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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The River That Murmurs
I will ask the river, that flows serene
I will speak to the sky
I will ask the river that murmurs
Not to ask me why
I cannot speak for myself.
That time has long since passed me by.
The river can murmur and sing
Unspent by passion: my voice
Will break like a terribly taut string.
My words will be grammatically and academically
Twisted (like that leafless tree) , unfortunately!
I want the river to speak, to speak
Alone, alone with thee.
The river can, softly and without tears
Tell you my dreams and my fears
I know you will listen:
And while city lights in the water glisten
You wont see the tears that shine on my face
No, that is a serious, sentimental place
That only I know;
Flow, river, flow.
Flow, river flow.
Speak to the only love I know.
Daybreak approaches soon
You and he by the light of the moon
Will murmur whilst I -
Will wait for you to bring me his reply.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Today I Felt Like Sylvia Plath - II
A sharp sadness, diffused at twilight,
Haloed my head; The grief could not be driven away.
And even if it went, I bereft,
Would remain grieving. I would think all day
The night was a penetenciary
A gate I couldn't pass.
So often wondering which path to take
Sometimes the pain of living on frugal emotion
Would categorically just drive me mad
I wanted to see the emotion I poured into people's lives
Come pouring into mine fom a stranger's eyes,
I wanted the softness of the silk I wore
To protect me from the cynicism and sarcasm
Every kind of chasm;
And blazing emotion to come in and drive
The demons from my soul
God, on what frugal emotion I dined!
Sometimes at twilight I just sat down and cried
Like Sylvia Plath I almost died.
Today I felt like Sylvia Plath
Chasing the nimbus on a saint's head.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Deception and Deceit
The supposed focus of emotion and intellect
The body and the brain
The point it all began
The conception of identity
The brain and it's supposed capacity to reason
Reason, season, grieve
Dissimulation and assimilation
The body gave up or the brain decided
To give up before living drove it mad
Treason, reason and giving
The existence of the starting point
The boundaries within
The existence of a dominant will
All have torn me up within.
Deceit, deception and exception
Is there any hope of redemption
My mind, tired and lacklustre
Resounding with the same questions
Where does deceit begin
And where does deception end
And above all
When?
Copyright: Rani Turton 2008
Rani Turton
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Dragonfly, dragonfly
Dragonfly, dragonfly,
Please don't pass me by
Wait with me a little while
Whilst I look, wonder and smile
You, my poetic inspiration
Maybe even for Da Vinci's invention
Did you teach the planes to fly?
You lovely, lovely dragonfly.
I can see you poised and still
On the leaf, and thus until
Blazes the kind summer sun
Until coldest winter has begun.
Branch, pond, flower and breeze,
Wait a while with me now please;
We shared the silence, but now
You've flown onto another bough.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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