Meditation

02 Thursday Apr 2015

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

Meditation

In a grove, a daisy grows,

against all odds, between the crags,

in harshest winds, its body bends,

and in sun’s rays, its beauty plays.

Just like this, our heart should kiss,

sublime compassion, on the cushion,

let our mind dance with divine

integration through meditation.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?

01 Wednesday Apr 2015

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, dance, Five Rhythms Dance, habits, NaPoWriMo15, Self View

Oh dear what can the matter be?

I let go of an old self view today,

It was there so long, it became just a habit to me,

I didn’t even know it was there.

First I kicked off my slippers, and took off my cardigan,

Removed my glasses, and put it on top of them,

Started to dance to the sound of five rhythms,

It felt like I floated on air!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 01.04.2015

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NaPoWriMo14 The End?

01 Thursday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Publications

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Alex Carr-Malcolm anthology, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Magpies, napowrimo, new anthology, new publication, poetry, publi, Tipping Sheep (the right way), UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Wow – now that NaPoWriMo14 is at an end I’m feeling a little bereft!

I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who dropped by, read, liked, or left comments. I am stunned to see that my views have now shot up to over 30,800, so thanks everyone for visiting and supporting my page, it is very much appreciated.

I have had a great month visiting the sites of other writers and poets, which has truly entertained and inspired me 🙂

What next?

I will be working on the editing of my second anthology (the clue is in the picture). I have lots of work to sort through to decide which poems make it to the book, and which ones get the chop – never an easy decision! So… if all goes quiet, you will know I am busy wading through poems and consuming copious amounts of biscuits and tea, my sanity kept intact by having my ipod on shuffle.

I will be dropping by from time to time – wish me luck – see you on the other side!

Alex 🙂

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Calculating Cuddles

30 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, mathematical equations, mathematics, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Cuddling you,

is like a mathematical equation.

All elbows and angles,

spoonerisms and square brackets.

Just as a

parent he sis-

te-math-ically

square routes,

and exponentially

asterisks the mattress,

to become algebra

beyond my comprehension;

yet squared and integrated,

your obtuse, hypotenuse,

is surely a sine

that we can tessellate,

calculate and co-ordinate,

affirmative action,

and solve

an alternative angle,

between curves.

The geometry of

cardinal em-braces,

satisfies the

conjugated,

conjugal,

bed.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Grand Challenge Equations: San Diego Supercomputer Center (Photo credit: dullhunk)

La Danse de la Mort

27 Sunday Apr 2014

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, naive, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, winter, Yorkshire poet

And ‘though you didn’t know it,

whilst young and naive,

you danced with the devil,

on that snowy winter’s eve.

You may ask how I know this,

as we danced ‘round the hall,

for whilst he lay sleeping,

‘twas I stole his soul.

As it all becomes clearer,

‘twas I that was naive,

as you danced with the devil,

on that cold February’s eve.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hazelhurst

27 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, memories, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I could never live,

in a red brick house,

with frilly nets,

that pucker and flounce.

With rooms so square,

shaped like a box;

oh no! not me,

give me stone and rocks.

Victorian aged,

with features so old

flag stone floors,

that strike up the cold.

Stone inglenook fires,

glowing embers and coal,

black basalt hearth,

to bear my soles.

Mullioned windows,

shutters and sash,

transom light, stained,

carved fine mountain ash.

A long sweeping drive,

to a panelled oak door,

proud portico porch,

chequerboard floor.

Orchard and lawns,

domed topiary box,

walled kitchen garden,

growing herbs, veg, and stocks.

That’s my dream house,

from my sepia past,

how I long to be there,

and remain everlast.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Serendipity

25 Friday Apr 2014

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, metaphysical, napowrimo, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Slowly, silently,

now the moon,

eclipses all but you,

reclining in serendipity’s arms,

as diamonds glinting

eyes of stars,

fledglings nesting

in my heart,

and nought can

sever souls

apart

Serendipity 04.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Orphan

25 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, heartbreak, loss, Mother, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

When you were wrenched
from me by Death,
the unceasing rain drenched
my very being;
the nights of winds wild,
unsettled my soul.
No longer a child,
your heart left a whole.
Dreams half formed and turbid,
barbed and bound with
memories coherent and vivid,
reliving the dying embers of life,
orphaned words held hostage
to overwhelming inadequacies.
Reviling flames of rage,
and the significance of
the underlying situation;
a futile recreation.

Violets

22 Tuesday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Heartbreak, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, domestic abuse, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, violets, Yorkshire poet

His pint glass half empty,

he’s nursing the blues;

always bitter, never mild,

flat cap and scuffed shoes.

She hoovers the house,

with stars in her hair,

sings to her muse,

thanks god he’s not there.

As he sits in the pub,

nursing his woes,

the footy is lost,

as the last whistle blows.

In her Primarni dress,

she scrubs hard the floor,

heart in her mouth,

dreads the key in the door.

He shuffles on home,

with her heart in his boots,

a belly of beer,

and a loin full of fruit.

She accepts his gift,

with the grace of a Queen,

a necklace of violets,

blacks, blues, and greens.

He broods and he dreams,

cultivating his grudge;

she’s stolen his youth,

this old, plain, drudge.

She lies stock-still

as the stars in the air.

He can no longer hurt,

what is no longer there.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Violets by the coast path This year seems to have been particularly good for violets. This is part of a bank also scattered with lesser celandine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall

21 Monday Apr 2014

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, memories, Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

it’s like you never left at all,

with brass plaque small,

upon your bench,

stating Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

I never met you at all,

but in my mind,

you were gentle and kind,

and enjoyed the flowers,

that climbed the wall.

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

did you hear the birds that called,

enjoy the butterflies at play,

watch the sunset every day,

as I’m seated on your bench,

it’s like you never left at all.

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

it’s like you never left at all,

a small brass plaque bears your name,

upon that seat that once cradled your frame,

the song thrush calls for you again,

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

and though your name in letters small,

your memory will still remain,

through winter snows and summer rain,

as I sit upon your chair,

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Worldly Winds

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Category Archives: NaPoWriMo

Meditation

Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?

NaPoWriMo14 The End?

Calculating Cuddles

La Danse de la Mort

Hazelhurst

Serendipity

Orphan

Violets

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall

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