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Dreamtime

17 Tuesday Apr 2012

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Wide-lightening

I had a dream

and you were there;

I didn’t feel love,

but I did feel scared.

 

Oh so watchful

by your guarded gaze;

it was not love

that kissed the days.

 

I am a fool!

For all these years,

you don’t love me

or my wasted tears.

 

You are too scared

of what might be.

You have litte regard,

or respect for me.

 

It is all clear

and I see it so;

so why can’t I

just let go?

 

I’ve made you Master

to my slave.

It’s just the power

that you crave.

 

This will not end

of that I’m sure,

until one of us

is no more.

 

 

© Dreamtime 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Footprints

16 Monday Apr 2012

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Footprints

Stepping carefully

into the universe.

Walking soulfully

in rhyme and verse.

Deftly skipping

over puddles of pain.

Leaving no footprints

under my name.

 

 

© Footprints 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Practising

16 Monday Apr 2012

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Statue of Buddha in Vietnam

Quiet in the Shrine room

sitting, silent, practising.

Birds call out and sing

the song of the Dharma.

 

A dog in the distance eulogises.

Sheep call for compassion;

the cows quiet,

contemplating,

ruminating

reflecting.

 

The rain hits the hollow roof.

The gentle, muffled, shuffle,

Of one who is suffering.

An offering of focus,

clarity and

love.

 

The singing bowl sings

The candle flickers

The incense spirals

Time for release.

 

 

© Practicing 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Broken

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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Jean-Baptiste Greuze - The Broken Mirror - WGA...

Don’t try to fix me

I am broken.

Don’t try to save me now

my day has gone.

 

I live in memories,

dreams half remembered.

I am damaged,

smashed and undone.

 

I tried to fix me,

glue back the pieces;

some bits were missing

and some went back wrong.

 

Cry for the memory

of what could have been.

Weep for the history,

mostly unseen.

 

Grieve for the dream

of opportunity lost;

to reach full potential –

that life has gone.

 

 

© Broken 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Jean-Baptiste Greuze – The Broken Mirror – WGA10658 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Black Rose

14 Saturday Apr 2012

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

 

© Black Rose 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Nightmare

14 Saturday Apr 2012

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The dreams were vivid

The dreams were cruel

Woken from fitful sleep

The dreams were true

 

© Nightmare 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Standing in the Shadow

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Moon shining over the sea

Standing in the shadow of this mood

no longer ruler of my emotions;

visited by ghosts of a bygone age

I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.

The silence is deafening.

The memories blinding.

With heavy heart and a trail of tears,

I dream the dreams from all those years.

The diamond flash of a smile or a look,

the scent of a memory.

What will be?

Will it be at all?

A roller coaster ride of life,

not knowing what to expect;

not knowing how I’ll react.

You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;

do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,

do you care or even contemplate the consequences –

of doing nothing?

© Standing in the shadow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Mum

05 Thursday Apr 2012

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For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

 

Distant Shores

03 Tuesday Apr 2012

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Ship in the Stormy Sea

Ship in the Stormy Sea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold cruel sea, mocking and teasing.

Ice flows through your veins;

no compassion – thought or deed,

You are filled with your world – selfish ways.

 

I can no longer steer my boat upon you,

nor dock upon your shores.

I have no desire to swim within,

or fight your foolish wars.

 

I long to be free, to be free like the Gull

to fly high to the warmth of the sun.

Escape far away from your cruel cold swell,

how I long for that day to come.

 

But like my boat, I’m weighed with anchor,

an anchor bound with chains.

I hope that one day I’ll break free and fly,

away from these worldly pains

 

‘til then I’m chained and I’m grounded,

slave to your wax and your wane;

my hatred and fears are well founded,

a victim to man-made pain.

 

© Distant Shores 03.04.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Swallow’s Farewell

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

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You took my dreams;

 

The swallows of my autumn years,

and banished them without a care.

You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,

ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.

 

So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;

but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.

The leaves of youth have fallen and…

the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.

I still hear their distant cries,

and the smell of their season.

 

I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.

So long departed, so far away, but…

I still feel the warmth of their summer.

Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find

your dreams on a distant shore.

Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,

once more…

 

© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Violet-green Swallow - Tachycineta thalassina

Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)