Rani Turton

My Beloved's Face - Poem by Rani Turton

My beloved's face has haunted me night after night;
Many were the moments I spent eluding sleep
Many were the words I wrote on white sheets
And wordlessly, I often did weep.

I did not want to become yet another melancholy
Sentimental selfless shell;
The night was so dark, so obscure that I felt
I had walked on the paved road to hell.

My beloved's face has haunted me night after night
And sleep eludes me still;
When dawn finally does come will I still be
Standing by this windowsill?

Copyright: Rani Turton

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  • (2/3/2010 9:13:00 PM)

    A world can be written in one person's face.
    If morning finds you by the same windowsill,
    it is where your heart tells you to be.Beautiful
    and poignant. A poem worthy of the name.


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  • (1/30/2010 4:12:00 PM)

    Lovely rendering, both of feelings and of words. Memory is cruel at times. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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