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Acolyte

03 Friday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, celebrity, false refuge, poetry, UK poet, worship, writing, Yorkshire poet

Leave

the Kings in their Kingdoms

and the Emperors in their Empires

Bring

the Poets and their portents

to the realms of desire

Scorn prophetic Prophets

with their commanding ire

Sing

jubilation for the mundane Messiah

and courting Celebrity

Mankind misfires

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Engraving of Ann Eliza Bleecker, a socialite and noted poet of New York, United States during the 18th century (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Finale

18 Thursday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, last love song, longing, loss, love, poetry, separation, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I wonder if you think of me

and of things we used to do,

of all the times we laughed and cried;

this is my last love song to you.

I wanted to hold your heart someday

and stroll on sunset shores,

I’ve dreamed of resting in your arms,

whilst watching shooting stars.

It feels much like a lifetime,

that I’ve waited ‘round for you;

I’ve hung on every meagre word,

with tear stained eyes wet through.

You’ve held my heart within a vice

of neglect and nonchalance,

I’ve watched you from a distance,

did you think of me – just once?

I’m moving on and leaving you

back in the past where you should be,

this is my very last love song,

to a distant, cautious memory.

You’re not a man of mystery,

a lover, nor a friend,

you have no right to break my heart,

but I’ll love you ‘til the end.

©Finale 18.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Two candles in love. The flame is inverted heart shape. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hope

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Loss, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, heartbreak, loss, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

When you sipped champagne,

to celebrate the slipping of your life,

what did I have?

He was a chancer,

Romancer,

much the same as you.

I did it on my own,

no help,

no love,

Just me,

and a will to survive,

to feel alive,

and to hope.

Sometimes,

all we have,

hope.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Just the Air

22 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Chanel, death, dreams, haunted, memories, Mother, nightime, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

This is the final piece from the poetry workshop. The final piece was inspired by Maitreyabandhu’s ‘The Bond’

The idea was to give a feel of anticipation of an impending visit, and use Maitreyabandhu’s closing phrase of, ‘Just the air’, within the poem.

Just the Air

All is still…

and I am present,

caught between two worlds,

just the air as our witness,

and a pillow of dreams

as darkest night unfurls.

I smell your sickly lily scent,

of cigarettes and light Chanel.

Why do you come?

What do you want?

Forgiveness or

remembrance,

from your little girl?

You left in anger

not once, but twice.

So why return

in darkest night,

when you’ve been gone,

these eight years long?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Enlightening Seeds

21 Thursday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alice Oswald, breath, Buddhism, enlightenment, Germination, meditation, rebirth, Seed, spiritual death, spiritual growth, spiritual rebirth, transformation, UK poet, vision, Yorkshire poet

The penultimate piece was inspired by Alice Oswald‘s, ‘A Winged Seed’. The idea was to write a piece based on the idea of a seed, or a spore, travelling, or germinating.

Enlightening Seeds

Sitting, just sitting…

waiting for illumination.

There is nothing

more that I can do,

other than…

sitting, sitting, waiting

for my head to crack open

in a cacophony of life,

shattered and broken,

to all that I am.

No longer

sitting,

but waiting,

waiting for that explosion of growth,

to rip forth and pull me from mundanity,

and thrust me upon the world;

as what?

I know not,

so I will sit,

and wait,

upon this breath,

of fresh air.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A germinated seedling (Eranthis hyemalis) emerges from the ground (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now Change Your Life

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Death, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Archaic Torso of Apollo, breath, Buddhism, death, Don Paterson, poetry, Rilke, spiritual death, UK poet, Vajrasattva, Yorkshire poet

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.

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rainer Maria Rilke (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Alice

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Death, Deep Stuff!, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alice, Alice in Wonderland, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Buddhism, delusion, Hatter, poetry, truth, UK poet, White Rabbit, Yorkshire poet

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.

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)

Eyes Down

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, depression, mental health, Mortal sin, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Shhh, don’t tell

don’t let on

that you’re in hell

hush now

Your lips are pursed

don’t tell the doctor

or the nurse

eyes down

What lurks within

can’t be without

masked by a grin

and bear it

So well hidden

the mortal sin

guilt well ridden

(Angels don’t sing)

The mask of norm

slips on by

distorts the form

stiff upper lip

Word to the wise

soured apple

of your eyes

windowless soul

Darkness falls

eclipses all

no voice can call

chin up

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Reflection (Photo credit: shinealight)

The Irresponsible Lotus

03 Sunday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Nature, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, development, habits, lotus, mud, poetry, rebirth, spiritual death, spiritual growth, spiritual rebirth, stuck, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

The irresponsible lotus,

refused to flourish or bloom,

stuck his head

right in the mud,

and waited,

for monsoon.

He wallowed and protested,

Ostrich like – he did!

Regressed, decayed, and festered,

in ignorance he hid.

‘til one day came the sunshine,

of which he couldn’t ignore,

it beamed on him,

and warmed him,

and coaxed him from the floor.

He lifted up his stubborn head,

with squinting dusty eyes,

he blinked and stretched,

and relished it,

he felt so quite alive!

The rays of warm compassion,

a catalyst did start,

the more he grew,

the more he knew,

this was meant to be.

He blossomed and he opened,

his waxy tight bud heart,

he raised his head,

toward the sky,

and it set himself apart.

No longer dwelling,

in the mud,

irresponsibly –

the sun shone strong,

and so did he,

for all around to see.

His radiance and his beauty,

apparent majesty,

admired by all who saw him,

brought calm and clarity.

The moral of this story,

may be plain to all,

of the irresponsible lotus,

who answered nature’s call.

Please never judge a lotus,

that may be stuck in mud,

it just needs a little sunshine,

to coax open,

its heart bud.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Trivandrum, India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Gossamer Dreams

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Muse

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, muse, poetry, sleep, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet

Betwixt and between,

the poem and the dream,

the light and the night,

flows the unconscious stream.

Words play in my head,

from the land of the dead,

the stars and the moon,

hold the gossamer thread.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Acolyte

Finale

Hope

Just the Air

Enlightening Seeds

Now Change Your Life

Alice

Eyes Down

The Irresponsible Lotus

Gossamer Dreams

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