Saturday, November 27, 2010

Spires That Touch The Sky: Poem


Spires that touch the sky; the city and I.

Cities that dream near water's shore.
Watching people as they run for more.

The utter solitude of a single mind
As it struggles to grasp and rewind
To make sense of reason and season.
Ah! but in the stone of the spires
Lie more than codes and electric wires.

Once I thought I could see
Glimmers of a kind of insanity.
Meaning and seeming transformed by dreaming.
The spires replied to me:
But that is another kind of identity.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Secrets, Murmured When Alone: Poem

When alone, and matters come to mind
Secrets that I alone could understand

Secrets placed somewhere to the left centre
Of my soul, beating softly, beating like a drum
Tapping out words I thought I could forget
So I whisper them to the sky
And thus to  the branches of an old tree
That must be wondering why
Secrets that I alone could understand
Should be murmured to the stone, when alone.
Copyright: Rani Turton

Monday, November 15, 2010