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Now Change Your Life

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

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The second piece was based on, ‘Archaic Torso of Apollo’ after Rilke, translated by Don Paterson.

The idea was to include the line, ‘Now change your life’ either at the end or somewhere in the body of the poem.

Here was my attempt.

Rainer Maria Rilke

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now Change Your Life

I smell you in my dreams.

Elusive, exclusive,

to all realms,

but what of it?

Stoic indifference,

tantric magnificence,

eyes tantalise,

and plead,

“Now change your life”

before death slams the door

on opportunities scorned,

and breath is spent,

like a match.

 

© Now Change Your Life 19.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rainer Maria Rilke (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Alice

09 Saturday Mar 2013

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Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: An...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t cry, said Alice,

it’s all a game,

life and death,

it’s all the same.

 

Don’t be fooled,

it’s all illusion,

don’t believe,

your own delusion.

 

Look in the mirror,

what do you see?

a collection of habits,

that I call, ‘Me’.

 

Step through the mirror,

beyond the girl,

and look into,

another world.

 

Experience,

is one third true,

but only for,

the reflected you.

 

So don’t believe,

all that you feel,

the crux of life –

nothing is real.

 

So, White Rabbit,

I would say,

there is no point,

to run away…

 

and Hatter, dear,

we’re all quite mad,

pour the tea,

and don’t be sad.

 

© Alice 07.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: Antonie Zimmermann Orginal Titel: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Illustrationen: John Tenniel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Mother’s Watch

07 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by in Death, Grief, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922

 

 

 

 

 

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

It shouldn’t be here,

it should be there,

I have her face,

I have her hair,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

The time flies by,

I grieve each day,

bequeathed to me,

time slips away,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

I smell the strap,

for scent of her,

but ‘tis long gone,

no trace is there,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

Our hands the same,

as time moves on,

just memories,

her voice is gone,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

The days slide by,

my treasured piece,

reminds of times,

and death’s release,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

Each tick from you,

I further slip,

each tock to you,

a step I skip,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

© Mother’s Watch  07.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)

 

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