26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
You think you are the King of me,
I am not scared of you.
I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;
a core of steel runs through.
Whatever daemons you may throw,
I’ll match them with mine own.
You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,
her heart is made of stone.
© Daemons 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))
25 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
it’s like the setting sun.
I’ve called your name,
have you called mine?
I rise and you are gone.
We are so different,
you and I,
you’re up when I am down.
You call, I run,
but where are you,
when I need a friend around?
You are the sun,
cowardly cold,
remote, aloof, and chilling.
You’ve hid in shadows,
all of my life,
acknowledgement unwilling.
I am the moon,
with passions bright,
your fire sears scars anew.
You wax and wane,
and spin my world,
‘til I don’t know what to do.
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
you’re fire and I am ice.
You’ve broke my heart,
so many times –
Let go – I’ve paid the price.
© Sun and Moon 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
24 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Summer balm weighs heavy
my heart can hear the trill
of eloquent seasons intentions
to nature’s clock fulfil
But… O’er the nest is empty
remains there barren still
as lacewings dance the Maypole
to appease the Mother’s will
© Summer 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The blue flower is Centaurea cyanus and the red one a Papaver rhoeas. Français : Un champ en été en Belgique (Hamois). La fleur bleue est un bleuet des champs et la rouge un coquelicot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
24 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Demonised and vilified,
I worshipped and adored.
You lost your way and injured me,
betrayed, abused, ignored.
That pedestal was way too high,
for you to stay upright;
alas your world came tumbling down,
your reign fell overnight.
Naivety and ignorance,
fell from my tired eyes,
I see you for your human self,
you simply were not nice.
© Pedestal 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
23 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
20 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
In dawns half-light,
half-dreams are born.
Half-shadow is where,
half-ideas start to form;
plucked from my mind,
they dance in my soul,
to blossom then flourish,
and make me feel whole.
Some like a sunset,
vibrant colours shout out,
others shy rainbows,
conditions coaxed out.
The hardest of all –
a verse like a thorn,
agitation and pain,
deliverance when drawn.
© Half-light 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rose (Photo credit: MartenKL)
18 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
You’re a liar!
With your stories –
You don’t know,
what the truth is.
Half told truths,
little white lies,
you’ve added the spin,
to your fantasies.
It’s had to keep up,
as you chatter away,
I don’t believe
a word you say.
Romanticise.
That’s what they say,
for the lies you tell,
and how you behave.
You don’t see the damage,
left in your wake,
destroying lives,
the tongue of a snake.
Now listen to me!
and there’s the rub,
there’s nothing romantic,
in what you’ve become.
© Liar Liar! 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
April fool, love, poetry, rain, soul
The rain it comes
and does not stop,
refreshing crisp and cold.
Wash clean and cleanse,
my tired eyes,
refresh my sleepy soul.
It burns my skin,
and wakes my sense,
it’s kind, but also cruel.
Wash out the dust,
lays bare our soul,
to cleanse the April fool.
© Rain 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. This raindrop acted as a crude lens, focussing and inverting the trees behind it! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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
Worldly Winds 