A poetic discourse which has much to do with the mind and it's hemispheres.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sometimes When I Forget: Poem
Sometimes When I Forget
Sometimes when I forget
Where I am, where I will be tomorrow
Blessed memory can take me on it's wings far, far away.
When the pain gets too much
Pass my finger across the strings
The wooden body hums, the wooden body needs that much.
The flesh is weak but the mind,
Permits some delusions
The time for illusions has gone.
Sometimes when I forget
Where I am, where I began
Where and I am and what I've become
Insomuch
Where I can be in the long years to come.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Labels:
delusions,
forget,
illusions,
insomuch,
long years to come,
Sometimes,
wooden body
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A Mad Bird Was I: Poem
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A Mad Bird Was I
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
Copyright: Rani Turton
A Mad Bird Was I
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Labels:
directionless,
haphazard,
lonely road,
mad bird,
path to nowhere
Saturday, March 13, 2010
A Clock, A Street, A Tower: Poem
A Clock, A Street, A Tower
There is a clock on a city street
These pavings that have often known my feet
There is a clock, a street and a tower
That is the mystery of love's power.
That stones alone can intense emotion retain
That you can walk forlorn in the pouring rain
That, whatever may happen, years ahead
For me these streets will never, never be dead.
The pain in my heart stops me now:
My faltering steps even begin to slow;
The mist from these mountains stings;
Memories, moments, melancholy and things.
Now behold the time for resolutions
Time can often bring its own solutions;
How do I walk away when familiar voices call
Me back; let me sit on that stone bench and recall.
Copyright: Rani Turton
There is a clock on a city street
These pavings that have often known my feet
There is a clock, a street and a tower
That is the mystery of love's power.
That stones alone can intense emotion retain
That you can walk forlorn in the pouring rain
That, whatever may happen, years ahead
For me these streets will never, never be dead.
The pain in my heart stops me now:
My faltering steps even begin to slow;
The mist from these mountains stings;
Memories, moments, melancholy and things.
Now behold the time for resolutions
Time can often bring its own solutions;
How do I walk away when familiar voices call
Me back; let me sit on that stone bench and recall.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Labels:
city street,
clock,
intense emotion,
love's power,
melancholy,
stone bench,
tower
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