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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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To Wait Another Day
In darkest night, my soul, anguished by its plight
Tried, tried to soar free, but tied to soil
Came rushing back, to wait another day.
Day after day like soft petals that circle a flower
Like stories told at night to children
Like comets that circle a sun
Night becomes day and seasons change.
Days go by: And life
May end when it has scarcely begun.
Thinking about ambitions and dreams
Has long ceased; the sound of children at play
Will remain with me as long as it may.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Today I Felt Like Sylvia Plath - I
Today I felt like Sylvia Plath.
The triteness of the present took my breath away.
Indifferent faces, hurrying, jostling on this anonymous street
My thoughts were fractal, I stood alone
Unable to keep up with those hurrying feet.
Why does life go on this way.
Where do people go to, these hustling crowds?
Where do I go to when I am alone?
I've no gifts of repartee; no, not even enough sense
Not to handle hot coals. All my life I've fought
And rebelled...and often lost.
In this twilight world, things are left undone.
In this silent world my brain fumbles and tries
To write, to form, reform and conform.
Thus, shutting out the present, drawing the blinds
I write these lines, trite, but I tried
Today I felt like Sylvia Plath.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Today, As Always
Today, as always and as often before
Dreading the light that falls on my face
The fingers that fumble and won't find
Yesterday, today and tonight.
Worse than the morrow
Is the memory of sorrow
To know at the end of each day
That emotion has flown away.
O desultory rhyme. Time after time
I tried, the paradox of living and forgiving
I can try each day. Each morning the sun
Will rise, will slide, will set
Morning and mourning. The surprise
The yearning, the knowing
Today, as always at sunrise.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Tree in the Wind
Buffeted by the wind, tossing and turning
Recklessly striving to hold ground
Existing, resisting, persisting:
The choice is to stand tall
Or fall.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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