Of the woman –

mother and father to children;

who plastered walls, repaired teddy bears,

ran a business, ran a home, studied,

got a degree, did all three,

strong, independent, confident.

I am glad you are dead

and you did not witness the decay,

of each passing day.

Lone by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

An un-love poem isn’t a poem of hate, exactly — that might be a bit too shrill or boring. It’s more like a poem of sarcastic dislike. This is a good time to get in a good dig at people who chew with their mouth open, or always take the last oreo. If there’s no person you feel comfortable un-loving, maybe there’s a phenomenon? Like squirrels that eat your tomatoes.

I love thee,

as the dog loves the flea,

as the horse loves the tick,

you make me sick!

© Un-Love Poem 15.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Holograph clouds

hang in a

blue riband sky

splintered memories

scudding fly

clear cobalt mind

troubled by

those left behind

cogitating

precipitating

Indian summers

that never come

loves lived and lost

but never won

twilight transcends

stargazing nights

Juliet’s blight

heartbreak

crowns

the

air

© Juliet’s Blight 18.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Juliet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)