Captivity: Poem

Captivity


Dried roses, crumbling into dust
All beliefs, convictions and trust
All I have to show for years of believing
Is tracks and traces of dust

Sifted by the wind and rain
Grains of sand fly here and there
Why is it here and now, a single cell
Transfixed, is unable to go anywhere

Much vaunted intellectual autonomy
The roots of epistemology
Senses spin in scented darkness, and
Wait, transfixed like those grains of sand.

Captive to thoughts and inspiration
Distanced by wild pointless aspiration
Waiting for the breeze to come and scatter
My life's blood, my life's matter.

Copyright: Rani Turton

None, Nowhere, Nothing: Poem

None, Nothing, Nowhere

None, nowhere, nothing
Can make me forget except
Complete extinction;
None, nowhere, nothing
Can make my heart sing,
My body's blood flow
In complete adequation
With beliefs, trust, life itself.

I scribbled a few lines today
For you, who read, and who holds my soul
And all it contains; and who may one day realise
That this verse was quite simply love in disguise.

Copyright (text and image): Rani Turton

This Week, Empty Benches Beckon

This Week, Empty Benches Beckon

This week, empty benches beckon
Speak to me of betrayal
Some trust that turned astray
Some feelings that walked away.

And thus comes the day
Of facing problems and solutions:
Of waiting it out and wanting
It all; of wanting it all.

I am the remnant of my dreams and aspirations.
I asked, received and fought.

There are weeks when empty benches beckon,
Beckon to trust gone astray.


Copyright: Rani Turton