A Clock, A Street, A Tower Poem by Rani Turton
A Clock, A Street, A Tower
There is a clock on a city street
These pavings that have often known my feet
There is a clock, a street and a tower
That is the mystery of love's power.
That stones alone can intense emotion retain
That you can walk forlorn in the pouring rain
That, whatever may happen, years ahead
For me these streets will never, never be dead.
The pain in my heart stops me now:
My faltering steps even begin to slow;
The mist from these mountains stings;
Memories, moments, melancholy and things.
Now behold the time for resolutions
Time can often bring its own solutions;
How do I walk away when familiar voices call
Me back; let me sit on that stone bench and recall.
all your poems including this one have great emotional spirit....I loved it
This is a very beautiful thing, and there is something kind of magical within it. I really enjoyed it.
A poem of reflection also it is laced with sorrow as well. Very heartfelt and deep. Keep writing and sharing - a '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
very nice poem and it has a nice flow to. it has a touch of pain in it too. take care see some of my new poems Dwell in my soul pg1 Watch the magic happen pg3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/12/2024 7:43:45 PM # 1.0.0
and all benign beings sit with you on that stone bench to share with you your gentle memories... Thanks for a lovely poem, Rani