31 Saturday Mar 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds
The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,
colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.
You’re deadly real, but not quite there,
can’t be held, we can but stare.
We don’t all see the same stormed arc;
my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.
© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photograph from *http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/17368681
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, banish, dreams, farewell, frost, longing, loss, memories, poetry, song, sorrow, summer, Swallow, tears, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet, youth
You took my dreams;
The swallows of my autumn years,
and banished them without a care.
You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,
ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.
So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;
but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.
The leaves of youth have fallen and…
the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.
I still hear their distant cries,
and the smell of their season.
I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.
So long departed, so far away, but…
I still feel the warmth of their summer.
Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find
your dreams on a distant shore.
Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,
once more…
© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)
24 Saturday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, earth, loneliness, moon, poetry, shadows, solace, stars, tranquility, vine
The moon and the vine.
I show the shadows of your life;
you grow, and you smother.
I hide, my shadows cover
what I ought to be.
Do you not see the chill of my light,
reality shown cold and bright?
Tranquillity is my solace,
loneliness my best friend.
Leave me to counsel the stars,
and I will leave you to clothe the earth.
© The Moon and the Vine 24/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Saturday Mar 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Grandma
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?
Your gate had gone.
The rooms were dark,
and walls looked stark,
no longer your home.
The door now green;
the windows shed tears,
for all those years,
of happiness no longer seen.
The men still guard,
the lion’s road,
from days of old.
Sweet memories hard.
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?
© Grandma 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
12 Monday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry, Worldly Winds
Just sitting…
Just sitting on this mat,
my mind like a Cat.
Is herding cats quite possible?
I ponder; be philosophical!
Just sitting…
Just sitting on this mat,
my mind like a Puma.
Sleek and slick and lurking,
my fantasies still flirting!
Just sitting…
Just sitting on this mat,
my mind like a Tiger.
Hunting prey and stalking,
when do the thoughts stop talking?
Just sitting…
Just sitting on this mat,
my mind like an Ocelot.
No reason to this rhyme,
but to highlight I cough a lot!
Just sitting…
Just sitting on this mat,
my mind like a Lion.
Ferocious and unstoppable,
Enlightenment quite possible!
© The Cat sat on the Mat 12/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
06 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memory, pain, paramour, poetry, tears, waiting
Within my mind I see your face,
still haunted by the sound of your laughter,
recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.
All these I carry within my heart.
See my head turn as I hear your name,
watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,
the tears that burn with the memory pain.
All these I carry within my heart.
My lovely, lovely, paramour.
© Paramour 06/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
