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General poetic ramblings of inspiration or poignancy

Let Me Be

13 Friday Apr 2012

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Daffodil field in South East Cornwall

Always watching – ever present,

never a moment of peace.

I long for the quiet,

the housewives dream;

no privacy, always eyes watching,

with a question or a request.

 

Leave me alone – let me be,

to read my books and write my words.

Let me listen to my music,

sad and soulful.

 

Let me sit in my garden

and watch the flowers

dance in the summer breeze.

Let me be -just for a while.

 

Stop watching, stop minding

and let me be.

Let me have my privacy.

 

Alone with my thought and memories.

Alone with my daydreams and visionaries.

 

Leave me in my solitude,

alone and in love with my dreams.

 

© Let Me Be 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Standing in the Shadow

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Moon shining over the sea

Standing in the shadow of this mood

no longer ruler of my emotions;

visited by ghosts of a bygone age

I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.

The silence is deafening.

The memories blinding.

With heavy heart and a trail of tears,

I dream the dreams from all those years.

The diamond flash of a smile or a look,

the scent of a memory.

What will be?

Will it be at all?

A roller coaster ride of life,

not knowing what to expect;

not knowing how I’ll react.

You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;

do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,

do you care or even contemplate the consequences –

of doing nothing?

© Standing in the shadow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Camping Capers

10 Tuesday Apr 2012

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[en] camping, tent

I’m back from Devon,

I really am!

We stayed in a tent –

not a caravan!

 

They said it’d be cold,

I didn’t believe ‘em,

now I want to go home,

to my central heating.

 

The tent was fun,

it really was!

I really enjoyed it,

despite the frost.

 

The night was long,

we had power cuts;

we couldn’t do owt,

it drove us nuts!

 

The rain lashed down,

and the winds were a fright.

We sat and played Black Jack

on a cold, dark camp site.

 

I hated the night time,

I really did!

It was so flippin’ noisy,

sleep? – God forbid!

 

For hours at a time

the little ones whinged.

All the drunks they sang songs,

whilst the sober ones cringed.

 

Early morning was quiet.

No – I lied,  it was not!

The babies would bawl

to get out of their cot.

 

The mud was fun

as we took down the tent;

the rain not so much,

and I started to vent!

 

A six hour trip

and now we are near.

Was it all worth it –

shall we do it next year?

 

 

© Camping Capers 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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Mum

05 Thursday Apr 2012

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For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

 

The Queen’s Dreams

04 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Queen of United Kingdom (as well as Canada, Au...

Queen of United Kingdom (as well as Canada, Australia, and other Commonwealth realms) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Queen sat on her regal throne,

surveying all she could see;

(but really all she wanted

was a lovely cup of tea.)

 

Crowds were waiting with baited breath,

the flags were all a flutter.

Cameras flashed from left to right

(Tea with scones and some butter!)

 

Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;

Policeman guarded the path,

visitors cheered and children waved

(after tea, a bubble bath?)

 

Back home at the palace, all alone

she kicked off her royal shoes,

sank into her favourite comfy chair

(and wiggled her aching toes)

 

Hither and thither the corgis scamper,

pleased to be back at home –

Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow

(Oh for some time alone!)

 

The Queen was tired and went to bed,

she snuggled down to rest;

thinking of the day’s events

(My job is just the best!)

 

© The Queen’s Dreams

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Welsh Corgi

Welsh Corgi (Photo credit: sⓘndy°)

Distant Shores

03 Tuesday Apr 2012

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Ship in the Stormy Sea

Ship in the Stormy Sea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold cruel sea, mocking and teasing.

Ice flows through your veins;

no compassion – thought or deed,

You are filled with your world – selfish ways.

 

I can no longer steer my boat upon you,

nor dock upon your shores.

I have no desire to swim within,

or fight your foolish wars.

 

I long to be free, to be free like the Gull

to fly high to the warmth of the sun.

Escape far away from your cruel cold swell,

how I long for that day to come.

 

But like my boat, I’m weighed with anchor,

an anchor bound with chains.

I hope that one day I’ll break free and fly,

away from these worldly pains

 

‘til then I’m chained and I’m grounded,

slave to your wax and your wane;

my hatred and fears are well founded,

a victim to man-made pain.

 

© Distant Shores 03.04.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Waiting

02 Monday Apr 2012

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Tiger cub

Tiger cub (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can sit and lament.

I could stand and fight.

I prefer to watch and do neither;

but it will not come,

and I cannot find it.

So, I’ll just sit and wait…

 

© Waiting 02.04.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rainbow Dark

31 Saturday Mar 2012

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The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,

colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.

You’re deadly real, but not quite there,

can’t be held, we can but stare.

We don’t all see the same stormed arc;

my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.

 

 

© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photograph from *http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/17368681

The Swallow’s Farewell

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

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You took my dreams;

 

The swallows of my autumn years,

and banished them without a care.

You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,

ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.

 

So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;

but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.

The leaves of youth have fallen and…

the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.

I still hear their distant cries,

and the smell of their season.

 

I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.

So long departed, so far away, but…

I still feel the warmth of their summer.

Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find

your dreams on a distant shore.

Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,

once more…

 

© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Violet-green Swallow - Tachycineta thalassina

Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)

The Moon and the Vine

24 Saturday Mar 2012

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The moon and the vine.

I show the shadows of your life;

you grow, and you smother.

I hide, my shadows cover

what I ought to be.

Do you not see the chill of my light,

reality shown cold and bright?

Tranquillity is my solace,

loneliness my best friend.

Leave me to counsel the stars,

and I will leave you to clothe the earth.

 

© The Moon and the Vine 24/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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