13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare
Bared earth
fallow fields
ploughed furrows
concrete puddles
frosted peaks
morning hare
runs wild
winter sun
bleached sky
mist hangs
heavy air
winter cloaks
autumn leaves.
© Morning Hare 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)
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)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, farewell, Goodbye, loneliness, longing, meeting, parting, poetry, solitude, sorrow
The heartbreak of each new parting,
makes me wonder why we say hello.
It leaves me unsettled and wanting,
though I try so hard not to show,
the pain in my heart of the parting,
each bittersweet delaying farewell,
leaving me reeling and hurting,
cast back to my solitary hell.
© Parting Sorrows 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Train station in Łeba. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dentist, hopscotch, poetry, rush, stress, time, time scale, worry
Where does time go,
when you’re in a hurry?
It slips away,
with stress and worry.
Hopscotch rules,
it skips a step,
elastically stretches,
in the dentist chair.
Then time just stops,
when tragedy stills,
and doffs its cap,
respecting life’s ills.
© Fantastic Elastic 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies’ LED watch, from around 1976 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Sheffield streets,
sodium skies.
Satsuma skin,
sallow sight.
© Sodium Skies 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – English: Hagnaby Road, Old Bolingbroke I don’t like the orange street lights and nearly turned all the night shots into greyscale images. Well, if you don’t like the colour, try that for yourself. Looking towards the village cross. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
06 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, death, devil, heartbreak, loss, naive, poetry, soul, winter
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.
© La Danse de la Mort 06.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, change, longing, loss, poetry, Topsy-Turvy
Everything feels so wrong,
nothing’s quite the same,
everything’s so different,
but no one is to blame.
It’s how it’s meant to be,
but all the same it’s wrong,
it’s just a different tune,
and a slightly different song.
I don’t like the way it is,
but there’s nothing I can do,
I’ll have to stick it out,
until we see it through.
© Topsy-Turvy 05.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: It’s a topsy turvy world On Frampton Marsh, the sky is often to be seen underfoot. Looking towards the sea bank from one of the many pools in the marshland. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
Masked. (Photo credit: .Andi.)
Hold it all in,
and bottle it up,
emotions subdued,
with a stiff upper lip.
Stifle emotions,
wear that fake mask,
choke back the tears,
and get on with the task.
© Stiff Upper Lip 05.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
04 Thursday Oct 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, grief, heart, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry
The day you left,
and walked out the door,
the heart of the house,
beat no more.
You took the flame,
right out of the fire,
clouds cuddled the sun,
and the moon did cry.
The birds they fell silent,
respecting the day,
when you walked out the door,
and went far away.
© The Heart of the House 04.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)
30 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Poetry
And now it’s time,
to go to bed,
‘cause I’m a tired,
teddy head.
A giant yawn,
I rub my eyes,
it’s time to go,
to beddy byes.
Up the wooden
hill I go,
to throw some Zzz’s,
and dream of you!
© Beddy Byes 30.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Greater Swiss Mountain Dog puppy sleeping. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 