I Thought Love Was An Emotion: Poem

I Thought Love Was An Emotion

Not an ordeal, no, not a slow walk in the sunlight
After a long melancholy night;

Not a trial by fire after getting wet in the rain
Stepping over puddles and watching pain
Plop in to the swirling water
And waiting, watching long after.

I thought love was an emotion, strong affection;
One that overrid all objection and dejection;

Not a melancholy metaphysical madness
Not a surreal, sentimental sadness.

I thought love was an emotion, an emotion
That it was just another poetic notion

When feelings your body do betray
Emotion tries to flee clear away.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Whispers Into The Brick Wall: Poem

WHISPERS INTO THE BRICK WALL


Who else will listen silently while I speak of my love for you
Who else will stand still while I whisper my secrets
Those deep, hidden secrets buried in my heart
Except this rough, brick wall
Standing so tough and so tall
While I whisper all I have to say;
Nobody would remain as stoic and immobile.
No, nobody could or would. I ,myself
Knowing myself so well, can hardly believe all
That I pour out into this ready wall’s ear
I , myself, can hardly listen to my own words
Speaking out my barely avowed hesitations
And uncommitted love’s crimes; I , myself softly touch
This rugged wall and it’s surface
As though it is the skin of my loved one’s face.

Copyright: Rani Turton

If I Should See You Again: Poem

IF I SHOULD SEE YOU AGAIN

If I should see you again
Across some busy city street
If I should see your face as I've longed to
For years, for so many years
Will I just stand there stupidly
My face wet with tears?

But wait, there's more to come.
I'll probably just stand and watch
You walking swiftly from sight.
If I could have my freedom and words-
And I no longer want to be so weak:
Then I would probably find my courage and speak.

Copyright:  Rani Turton