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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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And Eternity Did Not Push Me Away
Starlight, moonlight, candles burning bright
Oil lamps with flickering wicks
All this symbolises night
In the noblest sense; in the sense of darkness
But soft darkness, not a terrifying void
I can see in the distance
A path that runs between trees
A hill slumbers nearby and has done so
For ages; when the statues come to life
When the goddesses dances on leaves
When the earth breathes but doesn't sigh
The mundane world fades away
Was I dreaming when I heard the trees breathe
And saw the goddesses dancing on leaves?
When the river spoke to me
Softly, murmuring secrets only we knew
Was I dreaming or was I awake when the breeze softly
Silently carressed my face
And whispered sweet things to my waiting ears?
There is a lieu nearby here they say
Strange things can happen to people who go there
They can see things that do not exist
They can speak in several tongues
And understand every language in the world
This strangeness attracts strangeness; I touched stone
And they seemed to respond.
The woods were a comfort, the earth was alive
To my questing feet. My body was free of earthly pain
My heart, for once was light
And the mundane world faded away
For more than an instant,
I touched eternity and eternity for this time
Did not push me away.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Artisan of Words
I am an artisan of words
Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can
I am a creator of worlds;
I pour my emotion into the poems I write.
I breathe life into them, blow them skywards
And finish them only when they sound right.
These remnants of thought without reason
Will remain on pages season after season
Long after I'm gone; when my task is done
The love, the longing, the pain
Will be evoked then by somebody else
Who in turn will remember and write again
To create another slow soft song
That people can read and draw into their hearts
Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams
My poems will ride high the moonbeams.
copyright: Rani Turton 2005
Rani Turton
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As I Lay Dying
As I lay dying, yes dying
Tired, unsure of which shore
Not to walk anymore.
As I lay dying, yes dying
I saw ancient trees, blue skies
All the many times I hadn't been wise.
As I lay dying, yes dying
My old father's face swam before my eyes;
He said, 'My child, you can't die before me:
Now try to rise.'
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Asking
Yet again, a wanderer at your shore.
Asking and not waiting for your reply.
Waiting but not wanting; watching but silently.
The eternal presence about eternal emotion
That can move rocks to tears: tears, yes, but
Fabric-ribbed, wounds and profoundly enough
Vacant lots in the mind.
Asking, and not waiting for you to turn back
With a glance or a smile. Elegance and rhetoric
Once when you took over my imagination
And the wonder of it all: the furtive questions that
Would insistently knock at my temples at the break of day:
Asking but walking away.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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