Rani Turton

Sew My Heart Wth A Golden Needle - Poem by Rani Turton

The sun sets as the globe turns; I am alone, and you

Maybe not; Who knows why some destinies turn out this way?

I flirted with metaphysics; I asked for answers but

The questions turned themselves away.

Bleed, heart, bleed. It might help to dull the loss.

It might soften the anguish and the pain;

The human condition is fragile, strong and strange by turns

Though with every sunrise the light returns.

Bleed heart bleed; the power of this pain

Will then lessen, and with a golden needle I can then,

Stitch the broken fragments, wash them in the rain

And finally enable this broken heart to become whole again.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Comments about Sew My Heart Wth A Golden Needle by Rani Turton

  • C. P. Sharma (2/19/2010 6:44:00 AM)

    Use the silken thread to lessen the pain. Rani, this is wonderful.
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  • (2/13/2010 1:38:00 PM)

    Ah, the golden needle with the thread of time... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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