Whilst editing my writing today, I came across some pieces of poetry that I wrote a good few years ago now. As not many people have ever read these I thought I would add them to my blog. Make of them what you will. They don't necessarily mean to me what they would appear on the surface. This is the first one.
Thoughts from a Bridge
© Alanda Calmus 2008
I still remember that sweet night when I walked upon the air,
With Super Novas in my eyes and the Cosmos through my hair.
Solar flares, like burning ribbons of gold flowed from my hands,
And broken dreams, like Autumn leaves, lay trampled all around.
With Super Novas in my eyes and the Cosmos through my hair.
Solar flares, like burning ribbons of gold flowed from my hands,
And broken dreams, like Autumn leaves, lay trampled all around.
The blame for this, I cannot tell, when life goes so astray,
A tapestry of dark and light, always just about to fray!
Disillusioned and bewildered, nowhere to look, but down,
Wandering with wits so sharp, all alone, never touching the ground.
A tapestry of dark and light, always just about to fray!
Disillusioned and bewildered, nowhere to look, but down,
Wandering with wits so sharp, all alone, never touching the ground.
A web of silver beneath my feet, a memory of life, a whisper away,
Images left behind, dissolve and fade to grey.
Cruel the sound, heard from above, stark reality screams through.
It touches the soul with piercing shard, so clear and pure and true.
Images left behind, dissolve and fade to grey.
Cruel the sound, heard from above, stark reality screams through.
It touches the soul with piercing shard, so clear and pure and true.
Looking up, I will not fall! Grief and ecstasy entwined,
Warm the heart with chestnut hue of silken locks enshrined.
All this played out under leaden sky. Feel my heart so full of pain.
Hold me tightly through this storm and lead me through the rain.
Warm the heart with chestnut hue of silken locks enshrined.
All this played out under leaden sky. Feel my heart so full of pain.
Hold me tightly through this storm and lead me through the rain.
Let the water wash away the thoughts of yester-year,
An empty vessel left behind to fill anew, my Dear.
But let it not fill to the brim and stop… bring the next and let it flow,
A constant balance to be tipped and forever bowed.
An empty vessel left behind to fill anew, my Dear.
But let it not fill to the brim and stop… bring the next and let it flow,
A constant balance to be tipped and forever bowed.
For if there be nought left here to learn and stagnancy prevail,
I, for one, could not endure the woe that would entail.
No more the interest in the light, I’d hide away mine eyes,
And let the blanket fold across to drown my weary sighs.
I, for one, could not endure the woe that would entail.
No more the interest in the light, I’d hide away mine eyes,
And let the blanket fold across to drown my weary sighs.
