10 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
The haunting song,
in a melody,
reminders of you,
in a memory.
Dance the last waltz,
and sing Auld Lang Syne,
our time it was over,
heartbreak be mine.
You danced with another,
I sang a duet,
do you still remember,
the day when we met?
© Old Acquaintance 10.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
09 Sunday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
What if…
I’m living the wrong life,
I’m not her,
and she’s not me.
I wanted a change,
to be free of the dreams,
I asked her to go,
but now it seems,
it was I that left,
and she’s left behind,
the dreams didn’t stop,
they’re here in her mind.
I made a mistake,
and I want her back,
without me here,
there’s a definite lack,
life is different,
in every way,
I silently wish,
she’d come and stay.
© What if… 09.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Temporary Twins (Photo credit: Rinoninha)
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Melodious mantra,
mellifluous muse,
oh how you tease,
with your will to refuse.
© Muse 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hesiod and the Muse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
30 Friday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bronte, coal dust, Coal mining, Henry Moore, mining, pit, poetry, slag heaps, Ted Hughes, Thatcher, The Moors, Wuthering Heights, Yorkshire
My love affair with Yorkshire,
is strange to the extreme,
the rain comes down in stair rods,
as puddles turn to streams.
Flint faced buildings stand proud,
the natives just the same;
hard with a directness,
reflecting poverty’s pain.
‘Aye up love’, and ‘Ta duck’,
a mantra of the North,
a warmth and loyal passion,
found around the hearth.
Depleted coal face scenery,
ghost towns from the past,
mine the depths of politics,
betrayed by bluest lass.
Coal-dust mottled snowscapes,
contrast the wuthering heights,
bleak outstanding wilderness,
the slag heap moors by night.
My soul belongs in Yorkshire,
with Brontë, Hughes, and Moore,
this northern heart keeps beating,
‘til death doeth close the door.
© Yorkshire 30.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Yorkshire (Photo credit: gollenr)
29 Thursday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, biology, cancer, DNA, inheritance, poetry, traits
I have bad blood
within me,
it’s bad blood –
you see?
It goes to,
the bones, and
permeates me.
It stems from
my Father,
and is truly
a curse.
Bad blood
within,
chapter
line
and
verse.
© Bad Blood 29.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Micah’s DNA (Photo credit: micahb37)
26 Monday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
With injured mood,
and heavy heart,
my mind does brood,
as soul departs,
from love ne’er found,
mere trickery,
of clocks o’er wound,
to life’s cruel frippery.
Nature’s folly,
plays the part,
as Venus mocks,
with thorned heart.
Hormones compound,
to taunt the soul,
where loneliness,
doeth fill the whole.
© Emptiness 26.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Venus over Witton Lakes (Photo credit: ringsofsaturnrock)
24 Saturday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Two ends of the spectrum,
ne’er to meet,
beauty and wisdom,
in step just like feet;
as day and by night,
or sun and full moon,
with write and what’s left,
whoever would know,
if it was for the best.
© Juxtaposition 27.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
night and day? (Photo credit: 2.)
07 Wednesday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
How can it be?
When it is not natural.
Not this way,
from the blind side.
How can it be?
Order?
When it is out of order,
out of the ordinary,
extra ordinary.
You oxymoron,
natural order.
How can it be?
© Natural Order 07.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – Near The Sea Shore (Photo credit: Special Angels Photography (Tumbleweed))
14 Sunday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, belonging, blame, delusion, evil, fixed view, insanity, poetry, right, shades of grey, view, wrong, wrong view
Am I mad,
or am I sane?
Is this real,
and what’s to gain?
I do not think,
the way you do,
I do not see ,
the world as tho’,
each instant,
is in monochrome
no black, no white,
no sin atoned.
There is no evil,
right or wrong,
Just shades of grey,
no one belongs;
each coin a side,
yet both the same;
I ask once more –
Am I sane?
© Shades of Grey 14.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – Dock near Washington D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, displaced, fallen angel, heroine, longing, loss, misplaced, poetry
Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,
wander this barren land;
perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,
travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.
When first glanced, you will know –
bewildered look upon their face,
complexion pallid, tousled hair,
delicate expression, looks, out of place.
To live within such modern times,
misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,
just biding time, and yearning for,
repatriation beyond ascension.
From classic novels and epic screens,
you’ll see them all, or so it seems,
just waiting, biding, patiently,
for a return from false sanctuary,
to fall within reel, or parchment pages,
from a long forgotten century.
© Fallen Angels 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)
Worldly Winds 