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Best Poems From
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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Darkness, My Beloved
Watching the night approach with silent tread
Waiting to clasp his hand.
Waiting for that compassion
That pretends not to notice faults
Of stammering, stumbling, lisping or halts.
Darkness softens, hides, transmutes
Bases qualities into gold
Moonbeams dance on rooftops; it may be
Soon I those rays of light could hold.
But words enter unbidden into my mind.
Like in a tranced love, this liason with you
This dark and unseemly pact I have,
When I can leave all my errors behind.
Did you know that you, the dark,
This warm enveloping darkness, my beloved
Is what I wait for everyday?
Soft lamps, verse, the murmurs and
Rituals that only the sombre can understand;
Now draw the curtain, and hasten:
Come, my beloved, hold my hand.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Deserts That Dance In My Mind
Endless walks, nothing at all in sight;
Nothing and nobody in sight. My mind, still and
Oblivious to the external world, scorched and
Silent, walked, walked, walked on.
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People with pasts have memories to keep them warm
And others, have nothing more to say.
The mind, like a furnace, clings to the air
To burn, to burn, to burn bright.
There are deserts that dance in my mind
Strange, irreal and almost divine.
They beckon, they chase me from reason
As I circle in the vast nowhere, somewhere, everywhere.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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