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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Dolor, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Dolor, poetry
You do not see my heart break
360,000 times an hour,
my stoop becomes more pronounced,
my eyes sink and my cheeks hollow.
You do not see each line and wrinkle
from each grief ridden second,
my hair and blood thinning,
as the light departs my eyes.
Golden sunbeam hair,
moonbeam eyes and cherry crescent lips,
butterflies in her shoes.
When we walked through farrowed fields,
solis and luna blended into aeons.
I am glad you did not stay,
to witness the decay of this life.
Dolor by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
Worldly Winds 
Beautiful poem and photo.
Thank you Renee 😊
Hi Susan – apologies for the slow response. Thank you very much for pointing this out. I do apologise – I hadn’t noticed the Flickr link and it was a genuine error. I had taken part in the national poetry writing month, so in submitting a poem daily for the month, in my rush I did not follow the link all the way back.
Also in my ignorance- I thought by including the source from where I found the picture, was enough – I do apologise and now I know I will be much more careful in the future. You are totally correct in pulling me up on this – I feel really bad for not doing my research properly. I have taken down the picture, and I promise I will be much more careful in the future.
Sincere apologies
Alex