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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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The Vase Fell On The Floor
The vase fell on the floor
Now that vase doesnt exist any more
Shattered and smattered
Pieces of baked clay that once come from earth
Dust it becomes and after taking birth
Dust it returns to soon enough
The body is the vessel, the vase;
Life the transient uncanny phase
Dust we came from, albeit from the dust of the stars
From Mercury, Venus, even from Mars
We hold the secret and in our tombs
The secret is that dust is just sleeping wombs.
Rani Turton
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The Waiting
I had been waiting
Night after night
Until my tears had
Almost dimmed my sight
I had been waiting
And wondering for long
If life was only this
Dreary long song
I was then thinking
I should strive and grow
And even let this secret,
This love of mine show
This then is destiny
A road chalked out alone
Written in tears
In blood and in bone
Mine then is this journey
An uncertain end
To never know if you will wait
Around the next winding bend.
Rani Turton
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The Wild, Wild Rain
Cold wind slapping tree branches,
The moon, frenzied, hidden, wonders when
The tempest and the temper will end.
Not yet: a lot more to go. the soldier in the train
The tramp in the tunnel,
The lone young man in a beige raincoat
Hurry along alone.
Then comes the rain, stinging,
The wild, wild rain, the cold drops
Stinging the eyes, the wind tearing at chimney pots
Some tiles will surely fall
The wild, wild rain will come
Dropping, dropping, onto the passive ground
Dark streets empty, the silence and the rain
The silence and the rain
Step to a wild, wild dance
In the darkened empty lane.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Wind Doesn't Cry Mary
Tempests that howl over chimneypots
No words whispering Mary
Not a single name not a single verse in rhyme
That traffic light didn't turn blue
The wind didn't say anything at all this time.
Another time, another age, the wind
Played with us but now its through
Now there is nothing left to murmur
The wind doesn't whisper Mary
The urban lights twinkle and glow
Wet dark streets decay and buildings grow
Bombs splatter and fields decay
But that for most of us is far, far away.
The wind doesn't whisper Mary
But its true, we are still staggering along
The road is long, the wind is strong
But doesn't whisper the words of that song
And the wind doesn't cry out
Mary
Rani Turton
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