The Days Are So Long, My Love

The Days Are So Long, My Love

A Poem by Rani Turton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The days are so long, my love. One has to wander from sunrise to sunset
And then comes the night.

Then comes the night: the hardest part of the day
The hours when the soul flies away.

To another realm: to wander and reflect
When the body tries to unifie the schism;

To leap over the chasm that divides
This world from the next and thus

Dawn to dawn, sunrise to sunrise
I mystify by moonlight

Some lines scrawled themselves onto
Crumpled white pages.

Some tears from tired eyes, there are methods
To comfort the tired body and mind

But not the anguished soul.
The days are so long, so long, my love.

Copyright: Rani Turton

© 2011 Rani Turton


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Ah, amour! What a lovely poem that follows the meshed trail of love and desperation. The sense of time in your poem melts into my own heart, connecting to the long road we have all traveled. I'm especially fond of the lines "some lines scrawled themselves onto / Crumpled white pages." That really shows how we as writers take these experiences and turn them into a work of beauty, such as your poem. Very nice writing.

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Rani Turton
Rani Turton

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