http://slow.writerscafe.org/rani%20turton The original writings of author Rani Turton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968766 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                        The days are so long, my love. One has to wander from sunrise to sunsetAnd then comes the night.Then comes the night: the hardest part of the dayThe hours whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/831878/                        To watch the trailing rose on stone wallsDew on flowers, a resting bird on treeTo listen to the wind, feel the rain, Everyday, while we mayThe sun with it's g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/831873/  The Psychology Of The UnsaidThoughts, untranslated, remained unsaid. Was it because expression or emotion was dead? Or was it really that all courage had fled? Education has not the answerOn thoughts that remain unsaid; Or the psychology of the unsaid worldCould probably change the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/831385/  I think and often imagine Even in scorched dreamsMyself and life as it seems;As it seems, seems, seems.I have a tenuous grip on realityA self-made functional mode.I think I have some aspects of alterity;I can think in colours unrefined.Pastel, refined, sof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/831043/ Grief  GRIEF Grief, don’t stand near my bed tonightI’ve had enough and more than I can bearLast night was the worst: I could feel youWatching me whilst silently standing there. Now tell me, grief, are you friend or foe?What is it about me that attracts you so?Is it fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/830914/  I wrote this poem for you; just a lyrical fantasy.Just some words that found their way onto a page.Unasked for, unbiddenBut not yet forbidden.When the sun rose, I would ponder.The sun set, yonder.Night itself was a lone delightA wilderness in which to write.Then I asked my heart what i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/830074/  I hear your voice, despite absence and distance; Amongst clear skies, cloudy days, dark nights.I wake up from fogged dreams:And even then it seemsAs if you are standing there.I have a secret known to none.I can listen to silence and the silenceSpeaks in a langua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/829559/                         Clouds that come and goUntold divine missions doThey carry out, without pause or falterThey our fates can certainly alter.Clouds that gather up aboveD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rani-turton/829121/