19 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
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)
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
10 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
Tags
Did I spy a secret,
in the corner of your eye?
If you were to tell me,
would it make me cry?
Do you think it’s worth it,
to keep up this charade?
Life is complicated,
why make it so hard?
Would it not be better,
to go our separate ways?
To accept that it’s all over,
and fight another day.
© Separate Ways 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
04 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
17 Tuesday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When night pervades,
and dreams half pondered,
take up your pencil,
pen the plot;
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
Like shadows fleeting,
they flutter and flee,
hiding in memories,
lurking and laughing –
they turn and snap,
snarling and prowling.
Bidden time ticks,
playing in peripheries,
of subconscious slumber,
and wanton wakefulness;
again I say –
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
© Ignore a Poem at your Peril 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In Peril (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Sunday Jul 2012
Tags
airplane trail, death, grief, loss, love, poetry, remembrance
Do me a favour,
when you die –
leave me a kiss,
up, in the sky.
© Remembrance 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
01 Sunday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Show your sorrow,
tears and all.
Throw down the rain,
let torrents fall.
Show your anger,
in thunderous roar,
roll round the skies,
and then send more.
Show your fury,
with electric strikes,
lightening lights,
with bolts that smite.
I grieve your death,
and so do you.
I see your storms,
the summer through.
© Seven Years on… 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
12 Tuesday Jun 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
You made the same mistake as her;
the truth is staring you in the face,
screaming so loud, you cannot see,
that you walk to the same dark place.
You’ve ventured down this path before
too far, turn back, embrace the pain
shame and defeat, walk hand in hand.
Is it too late to start all over again,
and to make the same mistake as her?
© Mistakes 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Snow White) an 1852 icelandic translation of the Grimm-version fairytale (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
29 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Tags
affair, church bell, heather, loss, October, pagan, Peaks, poetry, remorse, Sca Fell, sheep, tears, unrequited
The mossy skin of stark stone walls,
a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,
the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.
The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.
The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,
wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,
the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.
The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.
Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,
the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,
purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.
The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.
Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.
The mournful cry of an old church bell
calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,
to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.
The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,
hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.
Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,
to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.
The wind whispers of its long lost love.
The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.
The pitch black blanket of love wraps around
to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.
© Love Affair 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 
