17 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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friendship, moon, poetry, silence, stars
Oh, Brother Moon,
where are you?
cry Sister stars,
for it is dark,
and we a’fear,
the silence clear,
please light the way,
so we can play,
in night’s a new,
and lead a merry
dance we will!
For you can still,
our beating stars,
with words afar
outstripping ours.
Without your beam,
your words unseen,
your moon not full,
this night grows dull…
© Be Still 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Moon, Venus and Jupiter (Photo credit: harshanm)
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
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
25 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
it’s like the setting sun.
I’ve called your name,
have you called mine?
I rise and you are gone.
We are so different,
you and I,
you’re up when I am down.
You call, I run,
but where are you,
when I need a friend around?
You are the sun,
cowardly cold,
remote, aloof, and chilling.
You’ve hid in shadows,
all of my life,
acknowledgement unwilling.
I am the moon,
with passions bright,
your fire sears scars anew.
You wax and wane,
and spin my world,
‘til I don’t know what to do.
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
you’re fire and I am ice.
You’ve broke my heart,
so many times –
Let go – I’ve paid the price.
© Sun and Moon 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
23 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Is it me?
Am I being strange?
But have you noticed,
it’s always the same?
Just take a moment…
and take a gander,
freshly pressed poetry,
nope, nothing, nichts, nada!
Just Freshly Pressed –
is a great concept!
sporting quality posts,
just no poetry yet?
It is such a shame,
they’ve missed out on a trick,
so many great poets,
from which they could pick.
I have a dream,
let’s hope it comes true,
that one day soon,
a pressed poet or two?
© Freshly Pressed Poets 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: WordPress Logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
Cherry blossom, lilac, longing, Nightingale, poetry, spring, summer, swallows
Nightingale (Photo credit: torugatoru)
A nightingale sings
a wistful melody.
The smell of cherry blossom
on a fresh spring tree.
The smell of lilac
will soon be here,
along with the swallows,
and the summer air.
© Simply Spring 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, banish, dreams, farewell, frost, longing, loss, memories, poetry, song, sorrow, summer, Swallow, tears, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet, youth
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 (Photo credit: slobirdr)
24 Saturday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, earth, loneliness, moon, poetry, shadows, solace, stars, tranquility, vine
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
17 Saturday Mar 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Grandma
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?
Your gate had gone.
The rooms were dark,
and walls looked stark,
no longer your home.
The door now green;
the windows shed tears,
for all those years,
of happiness no longer seen.
The men still guard,
the lion’s road,
from days of old.
Sweet memories hard.
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?
© Grandma 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
06 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memory, pain, paramour, poetry, tears, waiting
Within my mind I see your face,
still haunted by the sound of your laughter,
recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.
All these I carry within my heart.
See my head turn as I hear your name,
watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,
the tears that burn with the memory pain.
All these I carry within my heart.
My lovely, lovely, paramour.
© Paramour 06/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 