Storm In My Brain: Poem

Storm In My Brain

Storm in my brain, no, not again
Suddenly the moment snapped
My life lay broken in my hands.

I yearned for the days
When the future was clear
I longed for the people
Who would listen and hear

All that I need now
Is to know when to stick
Pieces of life together again

Storm in my brain
That sad melody again.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Solitude Singing: Poem

Solitude Singing

Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things

Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.

Copyright: Rani Turton

My Soul, I Saw You: Poem

My Soul, I Saw You

My soul, I saw you wandering off
As though thirsting for a drink
You left me to my own devices
I might in shifting sands sink.

I thought of your absence and why;
I might be naive or even naughty
That’s not a reason for your loaf;
Just a problem that is very, very knotty.

My soul, my soul come back to me
You should know above all
You, my ideals and superego,
Come back to me when I call.

Today I was what you might say
Just a shell, a skeletal self;
When you vanish without a word
You left me waiting with myself.

I have waited and wanted and
As the day waned, I even wept
My soul, in another land,
Happily rested and slept.

I have an ordeal and a passion;
You are all my compassion
Come, come, my wandering soul
Heal me and make me whole.

Copyright: Rani Turton

I Heard My Destiny Speak In An Unknown Tongue: Poem

I Heard My Destiny Speak In An Unknown Tongue

 

I heard my destiny walking beside me, I heard
It speaking in an unknown tongue; I asked for ways
And where; I spoke as well as I could in
What I thought could be language it could understand.
I saw my destiny befuddled, sometimes sure
Of it’s stride, and sometimes stumbling as
I walked beside.

 

I heard my destiny sigh, almost as weary as I.
Then I kept the questions to myself
All my queries were as pointless and why
Should destiny explain to each and every one?
We exist, and then we go
Maybe far, far into the sky.

 

Tell me where to go and when
Tell me why, how and the means to get there.
I am just a bit of blood and bone

Without you my flesh is bare.

 

I heard my destiny walking beside me, I heard
It speaking in an unknown tongue; 

It showed me strange paths in foreign lands

 Much worry and sleepless nights;

Yes, destiny I think even I, in my wildest dreams
Sometimes have my rights.

 

Copyright: Rani Turton

Fragile, Fragile, Fragile: Poem

Fragile, Fragile, Fragile

Each time I walk alone
In shadowed paths , in old paved lanes
Amongst stones or garden bowers.

Like my shadow I feel
Fragile, fragile, fragile.

My mind is my own but who knows
How long it will remain pulsing,
Vibrant as a river? Who knows?

For now the instant is precious.
But each time I walk alone
In foreign lands, on lonely paths
I feel, I feel, like a transient being
Being without being, seeming without seeming;
Fragile, fragile, fragile.

I saw somebody today who speaks of the past.
I saw the manner things don’t last.
People go, places change, and then
Fatigued,  you cross the bridge

You walk that extra mile;
Things that seemed so strong and eternal
Become fragile,so fragile, so fragile.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Instants: Poem

INSTANTS These fragments of time Dewdrops in an oasis of a lifetime Distance, duration and enduring Instants transfixed by memory Transferred to the mind and brain These moments of memorizing who What why when where Life flows on, and episodes blend into episodes Chapters begin, end, pause; Instants of grace, intense and fleeting Love heals all, even by a chance meeting. Copyright:: Rani Turton

When Twilight Comes Softly: Poem

When Twilight Comes Softly There are pink clouds in the sky; There is today ready to walk away. Now tell me if you may Tell me why when twilight comes softly, why Does the pain flare, why am I unable to lie? Oft I thought of the crooked lanes in my life and how The labyrinth of events, actions and passion Brought me to this point; when my heart broke in two Nothing, nothing could bring back me to you. There is the truth and the lies, the facts And the artefacts; there is the setting sun Finishing what I have barely begun. Copyright: Rani Turton