Artisan of Words

by Rani Turton



I am an artisan of words Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can I am a creator of worlds; I pour my emotion into the poems I write. I breathe life into them, blow them skywards And finish them only when they sound right. These remnants of thought without reason Will remain on pages season after season Long after I'm gone; when my task is done The love, the longing, the pain Will be evoked then by somebody else Who in turn will remember and write again To create another slow soft song That people can read and draw into their hearts Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams My poems will ride high the moonbeams.

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Comments on this Poem

excellent ! really you are an artisan of words!!!

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
28-Nov-2013 11:48 AM

Yes, they will!

kulbirbhalla
24-Feb-2013 12:48 PM

Await more.....

Ravinder Malhotra
18-Oct-2010 20:20 PM