Rani Turton Poems
Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
Emptiness, loneliness, the world, the void.
Look behind, look ahead, look straight ahead.
The world is indifferent to your pain.
The world is indifferent to your sighs.
Nothing will ever be the same;
Nothing will ever matter again.
Will anything ever matter again?
Absences. Like a long lonely lane in an eastern land
With closed doors against the afternoon heat
Questions that taunt ...
Rain, Streaming Down
Rain-slick roads, black and gleaming
Drops on the windowpanes, streaming
It seems even the sky is weeping
Even the sky is burdened by tears
I am alone, encircled by my fears.
The rain keeps dripping down
Like tears falling softly onto this suburban town