05 Wednesday Sep 2012
Posted in Haiku, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, broken heart, grief, longing, loss, poetry, Sea shanties, Seagulls, seashore, sorrow, soulful, surf, waiting
Circling seagulls soulfully
Singing sea shanties
Sorrowfully surf sea-shores
© Seagulls 05.09.2012
Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)
30 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, blues, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, primal scream, rejection, writing
![[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)](https://i0.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4712018396_0b6052d407_m.jpg "[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)")
These walls imbued,
with poet’s mood,
whilst words refrain,
deflecting pain;
the primal scream,
relives the dream,
of love once scorned,
this life sojourned.
© Writing the Blues 30.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)
29 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Words to connect,
inspire, and inflame
passions, and poets
within, our hearts
desire, to reflect.
So pick up, a pen
writing, words
now, and then,
that mirror,
the depths
of despair.
© Hidden Depths 29.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Pens on Parade (Photo credit: Abizern)
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry
I see an old lady,
and I think of you –
enjoying her garden,
as so should you
Tinsel and fairy lights,
I really miss you;
coloured stockings hang,
each a memory from you.
Then comes the summer,
and I mourn for you,
for all the lost days,
and the things we can’t do.
When I hear a joke,
I want to tell you,
to laugh like two schoolgirls,
‘til tears wet cheeks through.
Each birthday ticks by,
I wait for your card,
I know it won’t come,
but it still hits me hard.
When I see an old lady,
it seems so unfair,
‘cause you’ll never grow old,
no stick, no grey hair.
When I see an old lady,
with daughter at side,
I think to myself,
That should be I…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
22 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cadaver, condemned, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, waiting
I hang on your words,
like a condemned man,
waiting, waiting, waiting;
the hour glass ticking,
moods pensive and tense.
To and fro, fro and to…
Cadaver pendulum swinging,
this way and that,
that way and this…
Tides ebb and flow,
moons wax and wane,
days come, weeks go.
Still waiting, waiting…
ever waiting, for
just one word,
from,
you.
© Condemned 22/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Two hangman’s nooses and gallows behind the courthouse in Tombstone, Arizona (tombstone14xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)
21 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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alarm clock, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bed, dreams, pillow talk, pillows, poetry, sleep
My idea of paradise,
when I don’t set,
my clock at night;
and in my bed,
in peaceful slumber,
where dreams of you,
my woes outnumbered.
The duvet clings,
as lover’s arms;
the pillow talks,
with all its charm.
Nought shall wake,
this blissful state,
as no alarm,
can make me late.
© Pillow Talk 21/03/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Alarm clock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
19 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, hope, loneliness, longing, loss, love, poetry
How can I tell
you what to do
when I am more
messed up x 2
How could I tell
you how to be
when I am more
unsure x 3
How can I hope
you love me more
when I am so
alone x 4
How can I live
this lonely life
when I am with
my grief x 5
© Telling Times 19/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Maths (Photo credit: Marcus Mo)
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
I never went to Dublin,
or strolled along the shore.
I never walked on Grafton Street,
or wore the pearls you swore.
I never came to visit you,
and relive bygone days;
to welcome ghosts that haunted me,
or weep upon your grave.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
friendship, moon, poetry, silence, stars
Oh, Brother Moon,
where are you?
cry Sister stars,
for it is dark,
and we a’fear,
the silence clear,
please light the way,
so we can play,
in night’s a new,
and lead a merry
dance we will!
For you can still,
our beating stars,
with words afar
outstripping ours.
Without your beam,
your words unseen,
your moon not full,
this night grows dull…
© Be Still 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Moon, Venus and Jupiter (Photo credit: harshanm)
15 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Did I tell you…
I’m dying to meet you,
I have to say,
I’m dying to meet you,
in every way.
Put on the kettle,
I’m coming home,
and it will feel,
like you’ve never been gone.
Tell my Grandma,
to wear her best smile,
and tell my Grandad,
to stoke up the fire.
I’m dying to meet you,
I have to say,
tell Mum to collect me,
I’m on my way…
© Dying to meet you 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 