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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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There Was That Then
There was that then
There is this now;
Then, the sun-heated tiles
And now, now the snow.
There were fat shady trees then
But that was then
And now the years have slipped away
The trees are now tall and thin.
Now I see the seasons pass
Spring, summer, winter and fall
But long long ago
All that didn't matter at all.
The world turns slowly for some
And not fast enough for others
The stars, the sun, the moon
Are now my sisters and brothers.
Rani Turton
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These Dreams
You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands
With silky gossamer thread
They shone in the sunlight
Rippled with the breeze
Sang softly at twilight
Those dreams and words and all that you said.
A wild winter breeze came and blew them away
They lie in the wet mud forlorn;
Those are the dreams of sometime, someday
But they might never have been born;
They took root in me and then grew and grew
These dreams I hope, will ultimately come true.
Rani Turton
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These Paltry Lines
These paltry lines cannot bring you back
Into the halo of this street lamp outside my door;
I thought I had words but even they
Slipped from my grasp and went away.
I thought I had words but even they
Could not make you stay. I asked the earth
To still my heartbeat and then say
If your shadow fell across my hearth.
I was a paltry poet with paltry lines;
I was a paltry poet with simple rhymes
I was a bard, a dreamer looking for signs.
Nothing did I have; my only lifeline
Was this: rhyming these paltry lines;
Words, words that I tried to align
Into a kind of poem that kind of shines.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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They Took Me To Your Tomb Last Night
Far from thinking any such thing, the day
Went in mundane details of everyday life
I was not even aware of strife
The night came as it often does, without any warning.
I slept. I dreamt.
And that night they took me to your tomb
I was dumb.
I stood there, silently, not letting grief show
Grief misplaced, grief that remained where it should
Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere.
I remembered soft phrases, I remembered places
I thought of unexplained things
What were your last thoughts and of whom?
Not of me, no, that cannot be.
I was as always, and will always be
That solitary entity
They took me to your tomb last night
I loved you, and passion spoke
And said that it was all right
To grieve and believe, that however
Deep the pain, however wasted the life
That I could silently, with my mind speak;
Speak of reality, of dreams and limits
You were fay beyond words, touch, passion
You were my dream and my pain
They took me to your tomb last night
And that emotion troubled me once again.
Copyright: Rani Turton 2008
Rani Turton
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