Rani Turton Poems

Your guitar lies unused, forlorn
You will never be coming back home.
I remember the one you made
Wood and strings and song
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Then come to me with the breeze ruffling your hair
The setting sun in your eyes
The same blue as the sea and the skies
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Each month consists of a million days.
Days that spin out endless hours and thus
Earth whirls around the sun; a mad cosmic dance
Repeated because it cannot fail.
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In those familiar corridors I saw you in your room
I saw your head bent over papers
When you raised your head and saw me
I dreamt I dreamt I saw
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Tell me then your perceptions of the past
Tell me why hard facts are hard today
Facts tomorrow, then gone away
Do facts, then, rarely last?
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Storm in my brain, no, not again
Suddenly the moment snapped
My life lay broken in my hands.
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The supposed focus of emotion and intellect
The body and the brain
The point it all began
The conception of identity
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The turning point in every life
Comes suddenly
Nothing to signal its presence
Sometimes even intuition falls flat.
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Stand near the light; don't walk towards the door
I'm myself, quite myself
Though quiet inside, I don't know.
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Like wings that rustle softly, emotion is fleet-footed
And transient. Not bogged down by mire,
Able to dance and then run wildly, not gravity borne
The intensity at times cannot be borne,
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