Friday, December 17, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
If Tears There Should Be: Poem
If Tears There Should Be
.
If tears there should,lying dormant in
This silent heart, let them flow, unchecked
Or let them go
.
If tears there be when I walk the streets
And my footsteps sound hollow
No time for sorrow
.
If tears should overwhelm me
By sheer torrential power
Over and over
.
Let the tears come on, slow.
The fountains flow.
Let this emotion show
.
Now, or just go.
.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Friday, June 25, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Deserts That Dance In My Mind: Poem
DESERTS THAT DANCE IN MY MIND
.
Endless walks, nothing at all in sight;
Nothing and nobody in sight.
My mind, still and
Oblivious to the external world, scorched and
Silent, walked , walked, walked on.
.
People with pasts have memories to keep them warm
And others, have nothing more to say.
The mind, like a furnace, clings to the air
To burn, to burn, to burn bright.
.
There are deserts that dance in my mind
Strange, irreal and almost divine.
They beckon, they chase me from reason
As I circle in the vast nowhere, somewhere, everywhere.
.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
So Acute Was My Loneliness: Poem
So Acute Was My Loneliness
Cobbled stones, not dust.
So acute was my loneliness that dream I must.
Escapism was a flight from dreary realism.
If roam I must, if chains I must break
Alone, in this pebble-strewn destiny
My happiness I must fake.
So acute was my loneliness that home was far
Too far; too far and distant my loved ones and my thoughts
That in that black cosmic wilderness even the North Star
Seemed close enough to touch. That even my words
Seemed transparent and tinted with Orientalism
So distant and cold, so empty my worlds.
So acute was my loneliness even the poems would not come
The words fled, the streets wet, a spectre I had become
My memories tinged with the bitter things I had done
All alone. When dawns touched my lids after fitful sleep
I had resolved never, never to weep
However deep the pain. However acute the pain
The sun would shine tomorrow and I would become myself again.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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