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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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The Anthology of Rock in Your Head
The anthology of rock in your head
That hypersensitivity to words and notes
Your attraction to eccentricity
Speaks more eloquently than you do.
Your hands, long and scarred
Some tobacco stained nails and sleepless nights
Your eyes, weary when it was daylight.
Now you go wherever life beckons
Your nights in strange lockers and towns
With long names and foreign friends
You have nowhere to go but yet
You are never alone. When times get rough
There are crazed moments of intensity.
But then laughing, laughing, in the moonlight
You walk on, your shadow loping beside you.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Depth of Longing
On this steep slope that leads to a far-off frontier
There is nothing, not even a guide.
Intention, detention and retention
Freedom lies in blue skies
Where lies my destiny?
A thread unravlled here and there
And a restless, weary spirit travelling
Never resting, never unravelling
The skeins of that silken yarn
To match the depths of the longing
The longing of the single solitary star
Skimming is cosmic spaces, brilliant and bold
The long-lost memory of belonging
For a single instant to somebody somewhere sometime
In an epoch that vaunts the lack of belonging
To the depths of this longing.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Devil at Midday
Restlessness, when the sun is high
Directly in the midst of the sky
Melancholy, walk beside me for a while
The hours will pass on by and by.
The sun hypnotises the eyes
The brain spins like a planet out of control
Vain cosmic causes and plans
Sucked into an agonising black hole
When the brain is on fire
But the skin is clammy cold
When thoughts run riot and the body is calm
The devil walks and slowly takes hold
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Glass of Wine Smiles
Two glasses of wine
Waiting, on a bare wooden table.
Breathing the air.
Barges that float on the Seine.
Slowly, like swans on a lake.
A step on the staircase.
The door opens.
The beloved has come.
The glass of wine smiles.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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