Phobos and Deimos

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Deimos, heartbreak, Helios, loss, love, Mars, Phobos, poetry, rainbow, stars, tears, unicorn

Confetti stars,

and the moons of Mars,

glitter in the sky.

My lover’s tears,

weeps a million years,

silently each night.

To you I fly,

through rainbow skies,

riding clouds of unicorn white.

My broken heart,

as my love departs,

Helios has taken flight.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Old Acquaintance

10 Monday Dec 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, auld lang syne, love, poetry, separation, the last waltz

The haunting song,

in a melody,

reminders of you,

in a memory.

Dance the last waltz,

and sing Auld Lang Syne,

our time it was over,

heartbreak be mine.

You danced with another,

I sang a duet,

do you still remember,

the day when we met?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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

Topsy-Turvy

05 Friday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds 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.

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)

When Poverty Knocks…

13 Thursday Sep 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, debts, poetry, poverty, vows

When debts come in the letterbox,

then love flies out for sure,

the better becomes the worse,

at the scourge of being poor.

The heart beats with a sickness,

at the signs you can’t ignore;

the stress and strain is showing,

as we begin to talk no more.

We’re hoping for the better,

for the richer, and for wealth,

don’t hold your breath whilst waiting,

it’s not good for your health!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Tax Bill (Photo credit: Images_of_Money)

Seagulls

05 Wednesday Sep 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Haiku, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, broken heart, grief, longing, loss, poetry, Sea shanties, Seagulls, seashore, sorrow, soulful, surf, waiting

Circling seagulls soulfully

Singing sea shanties

Sorrowfully surf sea-shores

Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)

Writing the Blues

30 Thursday Aug 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, blues, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, primal scream, rejection, writing

These walls imbued,

with poet’s mood,

whilst words refrain,

deflecting pain;

the primal scream,

relives the dream,

of love once scorned,

this life sojourned.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)

I Think of You

25 Saturday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry

I see an old lady,

and I think of you –

enjoying her garden,

as so should you

Tinsel and fairy lights,

I really miss you;

coloured stockings hang,

each a memory from you.

Then comes the summer,

and I mourn for you,

for all the lost days,

and the things we can’t do.

When I hear a joke,

I want to tell you,

to laugh like two schoolgirls,

‘til tears wet cheeks through.

Each birthday ticks by,

I wait for your card,

I know it won’t come,

but it still hits me hard.

When I see an old lady,

it seems so unfair,

‘cause you’ll never grow old,

no stick, no grey hair.

When I see an old lady,

with daughter at side,

I think to myself,

That should be I…

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)

Condemned

22 Wednesday Aug 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cadaver, condemned, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, waiting

I hang on your words,

like a condemned man,

waiting, waiting, waiting;

the hour glass ticking,

moods pensive and tense.

To and fro, fro and to…

Cadaver pendulum swinging,

this way and that,

that way and this…

Tides ebb and flow,

moons wax and wane,

days come, weeks go.

Still waiting, waiting…

ever waiting, for

just one word,

from,

you.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Two hangman’s nooses and gallows behind the courthouse in Tombstone, Arizona (tombstone14xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)

Telling Times

19 Sunday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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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

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Maths (Photo credit: Marcus Mo)

Dublin

18 Saturday Aug 2012

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death, Dublin, Grafton Street, grave, longing, loss, memories, pearls, poetry, Sea

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Category Archives: Waiting and Longing

Phobos and Deimos

Old Acquaintance

Topsy-Turvy

When Poverty Knocks…

Seagulls

Writing the Blues

I Think of You

Condemned

Telling Times

Dublin

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