Forget Me: Poem

Forget Me

Now that yesterday's pages have been turned,
Rustling, fluttering,
Flown far away
Now that those people have gone, far away
Voices have faded and destiny with sure fingers
Has traced other routes, other paths
Forget me.

The years have traced lines on faces,
Has touched with grey dark hair;
But the souvenir of those far-off places
Are the memories that are left to share.

Often I had wondered, some paths I could not tread
If I dreamt; sometimes the voices were so real
More real than the people I passed on the street
More real to me than the cold, the blazing heat.
Forget me.
Now the year has passed onto spring.
The trees have won back their leaves.
Roses bloom; the rivers swell with rain
Forget me, I cannot bear to remain your eternal pain.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Wandering And Wondering: Poem

Wanderng And Wondering

Wandering from here to there and then there to there.
From being a being, thinking, feeling
A wanderer from here to there
From somewhere to anywhere.

The earth's dangers and daggers
Have often been planted
But the wanderer, from place to place
Has a heart that has been transplanted

With limbs that often can barely move
Tired, fatigued and hungering for love
Wandering, wondering, whatever and however
And trying not to feel too bad

Wandering and wondering,
Stumbling, befuddled, blundering
For reasons that are often fugitive
To live, to love, or to simply survive.

Copyright: Rani Turton