Tears
04 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
04 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
03 Friday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, death, loneliness, longing, love
When you left,
you took us all with you,
the old, the young,
the Saints and the Sinners.
A gaping chasm,
left in your wake.
Three decades of grief,
the tides of loss,
your fall from grace,
as you plummeted us all,
into oblivion.
Yet – you shine brighter,
and more fierce,
than any star,
I’ve ever seen.
© Night Star
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 03.04.15
Picture credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/562527809678726617/
02 Thursday Apr 2015
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet
Meditation
In a grove, a daisy grows,
against all odds, between the crags,
in harshest winds, its body bends,
and in sun’s rays, its beauty plays.
Just like this, our heart should kiss,
sublime compassion, on the cushion,
let our mind dance with divine
integration through meditation.
© Meditation 02.04.15
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/Harmonysdream/simply-beautiful/
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Daily life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, dance, Five Rhythms Dance, habits, NaPoWriMo15, Self View
Oh dear what can the matter be?
I let go of an old self view today,
It was there so long, it became just a habit to me,
I didn’t even know it was there.
First I kicked off my slippers, and took off my cardigan,
Removed my glasses, and put it on top of them,
Started to dance to the sound of five rhythms,
It felt like I floated on air!
© Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 01.04.2015
Photo Credit: www.substation.org
31 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
As we launch into NaNoWriMo, here’s one to send us on our way 🙂
Graphite sticks propelling poems,
Indian white erasing Koans,
Faber’s fables etching easels,
pencil led creating castells;
without my scribe,
where would I be,
blotted books,
anonymity.
© Propelling Poems 28.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
辉柏嘉(Faber-Castell)铅笔与橡皮 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
28 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
With Napowrimo almost upon us, I am taking this opportunity to say if you enjoy my poetry you can still purchase my first anthology ‘Tipping Sheep (the right way)’.
I am currently working on my second anthology, which has been a long time in the making!!
If you would like to purchase my first anthology in paperback, please contact me for details on worldlywinds@mail.com.
For the Kindle edition the links are
My poetry has appeared in other collaborative anthologies, for details please visit my Publications section by clicking the tab at the top of the page.
Happy reading and happy NaPoWriMo-ing 🙂
28 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
10 years since my Mum’s diagnosis, and still not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.
She looks in the mirror,
and stares in the glass.
Memories visual,
the haunting has passed.
Recalling events,
reflected in front,
and wonders quite simply,
when did I become?
© Becoming (her) 01.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Looking Glass (Photo credit: Elena Kalis)
27 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Take a cup of envy,
and mix it with some greed,
season it with hatred,
then add some, woe is me!
Plus one spoon of ego,
marinade in pity,
righteous indignation,
will make the mixture pretty.
Make a quick snap judgement,
blend it with assumption,
now, Prapancha Soup,
is ready for consumption!
© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
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
22 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
For my old puppy dog 🙂
Small and scruffy,
brown and woofy,
Spikey Spike dog,
is my puppy.
Scared of cats,
sniffs the breeze,
barks the birds,
to the trees.
Sits and begs,
for a treat,
always savoury,
never sweet.
Longs for noodles,
shivers for cheese,
dog snot windows,
covered in sneeze.
Paws all a twitch,
Whoops delight,
dreams of walkies,
in the night.
© Spike 28.01.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm