16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When we die,
we go to hell –
she cries.
That’s not true,
we learn to fly –
he says.
I think we stay,
reborn –
to live another day.
That can’t be!
We’re dead and gone,
for all eternity.
Some hymn sings,
we get our angel wings;
But I don’t care,
all I know, is
you’re not
here.
© Hell 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds
This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Czech Wikipedia for th week, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am a contradiction!
Damaged and fragile,
a smashed up china doll.
Introvert and quiet,
a lone snowdrop,
passed unnoticed –
unwatched and unobserved.
Inside –
a cavern.
Older than time itself.
Deep and hidden,
solid,
like a foundation.
Ever there, ever present,
with a core of steel.
Immovable.
Determined.
A stormy winters night,
brooding and moody,
ethereal, transcendent,
not belonging.
Like a storm cloud passing through.
I am a contradiction,
with a beating
heart.
© Steel Snowdrop 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I saw an old man
dance a jig,
with betting slip,
waved as his flag.
With tombstone teeth
and nicotine nails,
long matted hair
and yellow wolf eyes.
His dirty clothes,
shone black with smoke,
his fragrance that of
proudest poverty.
I saw an old man
dance a jig today,
clutching victory,
by the betting shop door.
© Victory 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 