Tag: poetry

Graceful symmetry 

It was a time of almost perfect everything 

You were with me…. and not 

Nothing withheld as you came like a thief in the night  

I gave gladly yet knowing it would die as a star 

Burns bright to it’s end leaving a shower maybe 

Dust and then nothing to touch me 

Until one day you suddenly would….

Not skin to skin or tangle of limbs alight with sparks 

You left a call on the wind that I can hear now 

Saying you cared in the only way you could 

You were a different person then 

Fitting in or hoping to live up to some dream 

Belonging to another bestowed on you 

Well meant I don’t doubt 

I observe now your being the person I saw beneath 

Not sad I don’t have you 

But that you found happiness and don’t look for the 

Symmetry, graceful symmetry as the only guide 

You see without the crowd you began to be 

A floater on the edge of vision 

The symmetry once I imagined we had in abundance 

Gone with life being lived 

Breath being felt violently cold in lungs shrivelled 

So busy with the graceful symmetry of us  

That I stopped inhaling, exhaling 

And shrivelled shrunken almost to nothing 

First breath shocking as I saw there was no likeness 

Nothing for me except newness and changing tides 

And you were washed away wailing 

That you’d become transparent or as you said 

Misunderstood 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Built on a fable 

The things you were sure were absolute truth 

Lie in pieces on your minds cutting room floor 

Stories force fed from childhood through youth 

Leave you wondering what else you don’t know 

As your beliefs have just fled through the door 

There are dark things that whisper in the edge of your mind 

Some may be real most are not 

You regret thoughts you had about someone you knew 

What was the need for such a secretive plot?

The answers to queries you’ll never receive 

So let them go back before you 

Make them  unimportant and give them no spot  

Or your mind they’ll never leave 

Treat them as memories someone wished to be true 

But not as spectres to keep haunting you 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Andrina 

Andrina sits on the hillside watching 

Events unfold at her feet 

Seeing lives living and dying 

She never misses a beat  

Her curios and stories scattered everywhere 

As toys on a playroom floor 

All laid bare for none but her 

She will change the ending once more 

The wind whistles round at her fingertips 

And she whispers words of yore 

Screaming wildly that unhinged anger slips 

Calling up a night of storms and thunder 

Determined to have her will she dips 

Dropped to ground she doesn’t care to touch 

Watching as her little paradise shows 

It’s never gonna be the green haven she craves 

Till she tills at the earth mixing 

The shadows are beautifully existing 

Her voice howls and squeals as she goes 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Swallowed by the mist 

I heard the news that my nightmare was gone 

That the past has set me free 

No longer will I see you and shake while putting 

A mask over my face, mind screaming RUN!!  

The message that delivered the news made me sigh 

Never wished you ill but no more checking out every 

Direction because you might appear 

One day 

Thinking do I visit where the past dwells 

Some things were subtle and I thought it imagined 

You kept saying I’d never cope 

But I did and I have 

I can never forget the words that chilled my blood 

After your tears had fallen in hot angry springs 

The begging on deaf ears 

The casual words of I wonder if we should get married 

I wonder if a dead woman would be so bold 

Always wanted to kill someone 

And yet I don’t hate 

You don’t exist anymore 

My gratitude for the news that gives me peace immeasurable 

Even if that makes me a monster 

You are swallowed by the mist of time 

Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Promise to dust 

Promises fill the air floating as dust motes 

See them dancing prettily full of maybes 

This time is the whisper 

Your hand grasps out not greedy but desperate 

For this time to be the one time 

And you can hold it close forever 

Inhale it deeply to keep feeling it 

Once more 

Once more you see 

The dust promise float away 

You hide troth upon falsehood so it crumbles 

Impermanent and imperfect 

Like a frost that draws you to step up test it’s reality 

And it melts, crumbling away to 

The dust promise it always was
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Solstice night 

I feel the chilling air frozen to my marrow 

Yet the start of this ending is 

Different and hopeful 

Snow lies on the hills and sky heavy with it 

Pinkish warning clouds like lamps to relay 

The days are staying cold 

Nights coming up inky blues and velvety black 

Bright stars shining a warning of winters turn 

The ground crunches frost underfoot my heart dancing 

Quickening, body may be cold but the soul knows 

To get to light the dark solstice must pass 

Rest and reparations take place 

The world will return to glory for next spring tide 

Once again we will forget the rest time, the feast 

No solstice is dark or light alone 

Newness and endings come to all whatever the station 

Stop, drink it in, rest, dancing at the fire 

Then move ahead through mist and sun alike 

They will return again and after we are dust 

Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Trample the fire 

Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like 

You tune out for a while but hear her say 

I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me 

Trample it quick before the spark lights you think 

They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face 

Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry 

But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can 

Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled 

Assuming your words were enough 

Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear 

Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you 

She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows 

Slipping away with a huntress stealth 

To the garden and the fire in her burns 

Hottest, brightest wildest woman of then and now merge 

Laying down on the grass soaked and cold her shivers connect her 

She is of the earth, she is dust, she is starlight and shadow 

In her mind she is powerful, racing and flying 

Ahead and beyond and before 

She is timeless and ageless, knows  she’s not faithless and now that she is seeing 

The future of dreams that can happen he will trample the fire 

No more 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo  by ©Planting Images 2013

Earth singing days 

The world has played a beautiful tune of flutes and string quartet 

It gives colourful notes we don’t always see 

The sunrise above clouds turn them into a peach meringue 

To a beautiful day of palm trees swaying in sunshine 

And now the light has left the sea crashing ashore 

Cicadas chirp in the trees singing where violins left off 

Natures music carries on if only 

If only we let it 

If only WE help it now 

The thoughts of doing stop and action starts 

Building bridges in bricks and man alike 

Showing slowly that we can live together in harmony not anger 

We don’t need to any of us 

Don’t agree? Live and let live. 

Help don’t harm 

Or it will be too late and she will have no more 

The earth will have no more singing days 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Message to your self 

You’re looking at the mirror now watching time go by 

Tell yourself I’d be better if this or maybe that 

If only that were this wistfully sigh 

Do the people who you watch unobserved have faults? 

Of course not you spit indignant 

What would they have to feel bad about like me? 

No wonder their confidence is so high being person x 

They embody everything everything ever 

So instead you emulate your imaginary perfect 

Try to correct some part that is fine …..no really  

Leave it as it is a message to the young 

You will look back later and wonder when you are broken 

Have allowed the world to break your component parts 

And maybe reshape you 

Only then will you get the message 

Be true to yourself always, be who you are 

Change nothing to conform to ideas of others 

But only change to better you from inside 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

What’s it to do with me?

Don’t look at me she said there’s nothing to be done 

I am only a single person and honey , eat none 

Even if I cared about it who’d listen to me? 

I’m not a politician or someone who hugs the trees 

Her eyebrows raise and she looks devoid of caring 

There’s more for me to think about than insects and daring 

Probe a little deeper and you find her insecure 

Confused at others worlds that to her appear poor 

So pointing out that little bee as the key to her own life 

Her mind makes little connection 

Anger stems forcing her to demand (with jabbing finger) 

Show me it’s work that’s worth the linger 

One by one her plate is carved till precious little remains 

The flowers on the table gone 

Her shock now plain 

And ringing in her ears are the words 

This is what these creatures do and this the thanks they get! 

Without their help you don’t eat if they come to harm 

Their work continues only if we’re careful in our world 

The food chain isn’t a pretty name for golden threads 

You snap this one and the earth can end up dead.
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016