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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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A Storm Will Arise Tonight
A storm will arise tonight.
The wind has started ruffling the pages of my book
The open window creaks, curtains billow.
Branches move, rustle softly, start to move.
Leaves of trees, leaves of books
Light, almost unsubstantial, it almost looks
As though an invisible hand moves.
The storm has arisen, pale boughs dance
To the wind that has set to a-singing;
Where do the clouds go when they sail out of sight?
The moon, amused, hides and bobs
Consents to show a single ray of light.
Lovers wait; poets write.
A storm will arise tonight.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Absences
Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
Emptiness, loneliness, the world, the void.
Look behind, look ahead, look straight ahead.
The world is indifferent to your pain.
The world is indifferent to your sighs.
Nothing will ever be the same;
Nothing will ever matter again.
Will anything ever matter again?
Absences. Like a long lonely lane in an eastern land
With closed doors against the afternoon heat
Questions that taunt the tormented mind
All the answers that one had longed to find
There is a river that flows through the land
Its banks are full of plants and sand
Its soft murmurings are balm to the soul
I long to sit beside it and once again feel whole.
Rani Turton
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Acquiescence
The questions you asked but to which I had no reply
But I wished I had, the replies to
The questions you had asked but never really asked
Remained in my life, murmuring every now and again
I thought of them amongst the debris of my life
I rephrased them and answered them in my heart
My soul had gone, every waking hour, to your door.
When I saw you years later I saw the same questions in your eyes.
The surprise of it all was that my existence was just a pack of lies.
Just a heap of rubble I had shifted this way and that
And tried to build an anorexic existence without substance,
Without even the framework of dreams.
Ask me now, before the year dies a little.
The fragility of this fate will quicken and burn
I will struggle to listen and to learn:
Ask me where meanings lie; ask me if I
Have any answers to give now, before goodbye.
Don't remind me the past: I was different and not very wise
I was the uncertainty of the air, the sun, the skies
I was as constant as the sun, the planets and tides
If you had only known that; my battles with everyday
Were often in the middle of insomniac nights
I thought to die, but my blood surged strong.
I wanted to lie passively and wait for the sunrise
The moon rose, instead and this story went wrong.
Ask me now, I have answers to give.
Don't ask for explications my life is what I have
In my hands to give, before your eyes
I have the answers here, if you have the questions hence
In simpicity, in acquiescence..
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Adored
All steps lead to your door; all paths lead to you somehow.
When I saw you the very first time, it was evident to me
Lifes doors opened and closed for you. That my life
That the years, all these days and nights lay in your eyes.
Adored you are, adored you will remain, come what may.
Life can be fickle. My heart, however, is sworn to secrecy
Though sometimes weary; but walking, walking
On this road of destined love. Adored you are.
You will always be.
Precious as the air I breathe,
As vital as life is to me.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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