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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Thoughts (I Spawned A Million)
I spawned a million thoughts, that taking form,
Whispered with the wind and gave birth
To a million more; some crept into a hollow bough
Nestled there, and went to sleep.
Some weary thoughts tiptoed into the woods,
Found an ancient tomb, and touching the weathered stone,
Said a prayer and moved away. As in a dream,
Others listened to the wind and the sapphire stream
Singing as it ran daintily on, tripping along
Over boulders and pebbles rubbed smooth like glass;
And yet some more winged their way
Into a marbled paradise, to keep fears at bay;
Stringing words into rhyme, and then
Over strange lands and unknown races they flew
Until they stopped, paused and saw you.
Rani Turton
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Thoughts like Ribbons Strewn on the Ground
Thoughts like ribbons strewn on the ground
Trailing like wraiths but leaving no sound
If thoughts are things then they should not
Then they should not
Disappear, walk away, in silence just like that;
Then they, like rainbows cannot be caught
Then they, like birds can scatter into flight
Then they, like hope can be sought
Or then they can
Like shimmering grains of sand
Take movement and form but out of sight
Thoughts like dreams can fly away
Fa, far into the starry night.
Far across a green meadow
Without even leaving the faintest shadow
Blend into clouds, trees, fields and earth
But that is also sometimes the way thoughts take birth.
Rani Turton
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Through the Branches of a Tree, I Can See
I can see the blue sky, turning delicately shades of violet and blue; soon darkness will come,
I can see on the horizon Venus appear, the brightest star ever;
The wished-for, the longed for, by children and lovers the world over
Dusk now will dimple over her shoulder at the night, gather her robes and depart
Leaving her fragrance behind, and Night, quiet, thoughtful and profound
As lofty as a prince in a far legend from the ancient tales, will gift his heart;
Will spread his cloak over the bowl of the sky: a cloak as black as velvet
As black as his eyes and hair; it seems the Day was fair and smiling
They exist in their opposites and they attract abstractedly.
I can see through the branches of a tree the faint glimmering, the first stars that begin to shine;
What if those flickering lights were lamps lit in so many planets and stars to guide the Milky Way
The eternal intergalactic roadway that runs through the universe ever since our notions of time began to exist;
I, the dreamer, am here but for a moment. The moments stretch onto eternity, composing my existence
But these moments are transient whilst eternity is endless and eternal
Are there alien beings living in those vast cosmic spaces and is it true that they are alien?
Who came first? Me or the alien? Thus we can deduce if the alien is an alien or is it me
Alienating myself and the others and people who dont think and speak like me
Planetary distances give pause; Plantetary beings who might be kinder, better and more beautiful:
Who havent a word in their language for hatred, war and bigotism
Is it possible within reason
The very thought is almost treason: for arent we the best of all creation?
Through the silhouette of the tree the stars are now wild and free; I can see the light of a planet
Sometimes red, blue or white as the case the might be
And that light seems to say what you see might not be there
I might have been burned to cinders before you were born now, how do I fit that into
My notions of the four walls of my familiar world?
The star is shining but is not really there. I exist but am I there?
Do the beings on that star who is not there see me as I am or am I not there? Or to be? Was I? Am I? Will I be?
Though even to my dreamers eyes my body is planted firmly under the branches of this tree.
Tell me stars, tell me cosmos, tell me Big Bang theories
Tell me within reason,
If on those planets and stars that are, but are not, or will be,
If there exists other poets like me, who are or were or will be
Looking at us through the branches of a tree.
Rani Turton
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Through Those Lanes, Lost, I Wander
The night resembles the day: endless and refractive.
I wander, in dyslexic mode, unable to formulate
One thought into another. I have left
Analytic reasoning far, far behind. Emotions
That ebb and flow like the tide.
Through those lanes, lost, I wander.
Is it this land that is foreign or is it I?
Is it me the stranger, weary and shy?
I have tried to reason, but now there are no reason
Even to wonder why.
Throught those lanes, lost, I wander.
Was I the substance or the shadow, or was it
Just reality that eluded clouded reason? ?
I wander, wander, and now as time
Walks by my side
Shadows lengthen; and through those lanes
Life, love, pain and all that remains.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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