26 Wednesday Apr 2017
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She laid on her back
and stared at the stars;
the shiniest reminded her of you,
but they too are dead.
The dead stars shine the brightest
Venus by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
24 Monday Apr 2017
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Wind Shear, poetry, Wind Shear
my tectonic plate has shifted
my heart was in the middle
crushed beyond repair
my sanity shifts
along with the slipstream
and a cold front
eclipses
Wind Shear by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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23 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in Loss, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
Of the woman –
mother and father to children;
who plastered walls, repaired teddy bears,
ran a business, ran a home, studied,
got a degree, did all three,
strong, independent, confident.
I am glad you are dead
and you did not witness the decay,
of each passing day.
Lone by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
20 Thursday Apr 2017
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Purple Haze, poetry, Purple Haze, Worldly Winds poetry
It is strange to think,
the last time I was here,
we walked together.
Rock on my friend, rock on.
I wear your jacket with pride,
stitched with love and memories.
Wear life, live, and love,
You leave a friend
shaped hole in my heart.
Farewell my friend;
go well,
fly far.
Purple Haze by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
December 2016
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14 Friday Apr 2017
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Overcast, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Overcast
Today was a bleak day,
as clouds hung over the headlands;
the tears washed in torrents over the heartlands,
the lowlands were barren,
and the footlands marched with clods of clay.
Overcast by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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08 Saturday Apr 2017
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Fortune Favours Few, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Fortune Favours Few, NaPoWriMo17, poetry
the inky tears
spilled like no other day
a familial, a god, and a princess
left on a journey
which we could not follow
all the love in the world
would not return them to us
all the prayers in the world
went unanswered
for we know not why
when mortals die
and we can’t turn time
there’s no reason or rhyme
that we are left
behind
Fortune Favours Few – December 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
28 Wednesday Dec 2016
Posted in Childhood Memories, Death, Grief, Loss, Poetry
I originally wrote this poem for a project I am working on at the moment. Last week I found out a good friend had passed away, and this poem seemed a fitting tribute to a gentle, kind, and dear friend. Go well good friend – go well.
We walked on the beach,
my friend, the dog, and me;
looked out to the seas,
and plotted our dreams,
my friend, the dog, and me.
We danced on the beach,
my friend, the dog, and me;
we thanked lucky stars,
couldn’t believe where we are,
my friend, the dog, and me.
We strolled on the beach,
my friend, the dog, and me,
we sat in the dunes,
reflecting on tunes,
my friend, the dog, and me.
We stood on the beach,
my friend, and me;
wondering where the time had gone,
and how life had moved on,
my friend, and me.
Looking back at the beach,
just me;
the gulls mourn the song,
of where it all went wrong,
just me — and my memories.
© We Three October 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
03 Friday Apr 2015
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When you left,
you took us all with you,
the old, the young,
the Saints and the Sinners.
A gaping chasm,
left in your wake.
Three decades of grief,
the tides of loss,
your fall from grace,
as you plummeted us all,
into oblivion.
Yet – you shine brighter,
and more fierce,
than any star,
I’ve ever seen.
© Night Star
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 03.04.15
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22 Saturday Nov 2014
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Do not grieve when I am gone,
I would not want it so.
Plant both feet firm in life’s joy,
and let my spirit go.
Take Mother Earth and dance with her,
and pass the day with Father Time,
for when you hear the linnet sing,
Know that it comes from my beating heart.
When you see the cherry blossom,
confetti falling at your feet,
Know that I celebrate your life,
in each and every way.
When you see the warm spring showers,
or harshest winter rains,
know that they are my tears of joy,
for your each and every day.
When you feel the summer’s breeze,
or brave a storm wind night
Listen out!
For I may call your name,
to remind you I’m about.
© Threnody 09.10.14
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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07 Monday Apr 2014
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I have just heard about the sudden death of Peaches Geldof and it has saddened and shocked me. I am not posting a poem that I had mapped out for today. Instead I am reposting this poem which was written after the sudden loss of a young family member. Utter sympathy goes out to her family, children, and loved ones.
Dedicated to all those gone, too soon and too young –
Always in our hearts…
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
Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)
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