Reflection of Lamppost in Windowglass, Paris: Photograph

The reflection of this lamp-post seemed rather poetic to me.

Why do words sometimes remain mutinous and unyielding?
 There's a storm raging in my head but will words come to me, to assist
to help deflect the pressure that builds up on my mind
the whirling confusion of it sometimes too much to bear.

Without You : Poem

Without You

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Without you the waters lie still; the reflections of silent trees

Remain as though transfixed but not tranfigured

Green shrubs and leaves remain sombre; clouds peer

And wonder at the stillness.

It might even rain. Why doesn’t the rain

Fall now and be done with it’s will?

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Without you feelings remain in my heart

Unable to be expressed. Freedom and finery

Are long behind. Senses and sense are nonsense.

When will the cells in my body awake?

When will the dawn come and awakening light

Awaken my brain?

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Let me wait for another day yet again.

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Copyright: Rani Turton