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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Walk Beside Me A While
Walk beside me a while, let me feel
Your presence; your absence surreal,
Often present; the lack of a presence
Now has past: the past, though is still present.
Bemused, my thoughts often take flight.
Walk beside me a while, I will see
Your lenghtening shadow melt into mine
The air we breathe fragrant with sweet delight:
We can speak and smile or sulk or sigh
The clouds will look down and sail right on by.
Walk beside me, let me feel again
The presence without the pain
Now that's what I call melancholic delight
You, your presence, your shadow, your voice
Befuddle my definitions of wrong and right.
Walk beside me, for a while, do
You can, you could and you surely can
Grant what I've asked you for so long
Just to make another memory or to write
These paltry lines into another paltry song.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Your Sweet Voice, My Child
Your sweet voice, my child
Awakes me from deepest slumber
Speaks to me of trivial things
Tells me I am everything.
When you speak to me I know
That my love for you is deeper than
Any I have known; that your first breath
Gave me the justification
For all my worried journeying and that
Your sweet voice will always
Be the balm to this beating heart.
Rani Turton
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Absences
Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
Emptiness, loneliness, the world, the void.
Look behind, look ahead, look straight ahead.
The world is indifferent to your pain.
The world is indifferent to your sighs.
Nothing will ever be the same;
Nothing will ever matter again.
Will anything ever matter again?
Absences. Like a long lonely lane in an eastern land
With closed doors against the afternoon heat
Questions that taunt the tormented mind
All the answers that one had longed to find
There is a river that flows through the land
Its banks are full of plants and sand
Its soft murmurings are balm to the soul
I long to sit beside it and once again feel whole.
Rani Turton
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All That Remains
All that remains at the end of the day
Little bits of rhyme
And you who will never be mine;
Who will walk under different skies
As I awake alone at sunrise.
All that remains is the memory of your face.
The surprise, the moments of love's grace
Have in my heart left an open space
An open space. An open wound.
A chord on strings that are finely tuned.
A soft murmur, a fountain in stone
A pain that cut into the bone
A notion of eternity
Ah, and infinity, oh yes infinity
To think, to ponder, and simply to be.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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