Grin and Bear It

15 Friday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, depression, dying, fatigue, poetry, stress, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I’m hurting and aching

but who do I tell,

my heart’s fit for bursting,

my head feels like hell.

I’m lost and I’m lonely,

I’m feeling so blue;

life’s lost its sparkle,

and nothing feels true.

I’m tired and lethargic,

my mind is a mess;

please leave me alone,

as my nerves are on edge.

I yearn for some space,

and some time to reflect,

to get lost in some books,

and this world to neglect.

Alas it’s a whirlwind,

and life still goes on,

I’ll grin and I’ll bear it,

until this is gone.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Steel engraving (993 x 71mm) for frontispiece to the revised edition of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, published by Colburn and Bentley, London 1831. The novel was first published in 1818. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Being Vivien

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, poetry, portrait, reflection, self image, UK poet, Vivien Leigh, Yorkshire poet

She was a terrier of a woman,

sharp and quick;

just a bit shabby around the edges.

Always practical,

not fashionable,

but more than capable.

She wanted to be Vivien Leigh,

and in her head,

she was…

the mirror says different,

but her eyes are kind.

Make do and mend,

scuffed shoes,

and split ends,

overlooked,

a drab wall-

flower

but her eyes,

are kind…

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hollywood Gallery ~ Vivien Leigh, 1913-1967 (Photo credit: erjkprunczýk)

Where Did January Go?

11 Monday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, frost, love, months, poetry, seasons, snow, summer, UK poet, Weather, Yorkshire poet

Where did January go?

Bleak stormed nights

shrouded in snow

February breezed in

without a hello

wearing cloak of frost

and refused to go

until marched out

by the April fools

who cast a clout

breaking all the rules

then come what may

June soon came

and played her part

to warm the heart

of birds and bees

and summer

trees

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sunrise over Stonehenge on the summer solstice, 21 June 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Alice

09 Saturday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alice, Alice in Wonderland, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Buddhism, delusion, Hatter, poetry, truth, UK poet, White Rabbit, Yorkshire poet

Don’t cry, said Alice,

it’s all a game,

life and death,

it’s all the same.

Don’t be fooled,

it’s all illusion,

don’t believe,

your own delusion.

Look in the mirror,

what do you see?

a collection of habits,

that I call, ‘Me’.

Step through the mirror,

beyond the girl,

and look into,

another world.

Experience,

is one third true,

but only for,

the reflected you.

So don’t believe,

all that you feel,

the crux of life –

nothing is real.

So, White Rabbit,

I would say,

there is no point,

to run away…

and Hatter, dear,

we’re all quite mad,

pour the tea,

and don’t be sad.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: Antonie Zimmermann Orginal Titel: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Illustrationen: John Tenniel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Eyes Down

09 Saturday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, depression, mental health, Mortal sin, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Shhh, don’t tell

don’t let on

that you’re in hell

hush now

Your lips are pursed

don’t tell the doctor

or the nurse

eyes down

What lurks within

can’t be without

masked by a grin

and bear it

So well hidden

the mortal sin

guilt well ridden

(Angels don’t sing)

The mask of norm

slips on by

distorts the form

stiff upper lip

Word to the wise

soured apple

of your eyes

windowless soul

Darkness falls

eclipses all

no voice can call

chin up

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Reflection (Photo credit: shinealight)

The Irresponsible Lotus

03 Sunday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, development, habits, lotus, mud, poetry, rebirth, spiritual death, spiritual growth, spiritual rebirth, stuck, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

The irresponsible lotus,

refused to flourish or bloom,

stuck his head

right in the mud,

and waited,

for monsoon.

He wallowed and protested,

Ostrich like – he did!

Regressed, decayed, and festered,

in ignorance he hid.

‘til one day came the sunshine,

of which he couldn’t ignore,

it beamed on him,

and warmed him,

and coaxed him from the floor.

He lifted up his stubborn head,

with squinting dusty eyes,

he blinked and stretched,

and relished it,

he felt so quite alive!

The rays of warm compassion,

a catalyst did start,

the more he grew,

the more he knew,

this was meant to be.

He blossomed and he opened,

his waxy tight bud heart,

he raised his head,

toward the sky,

and it set himself apart.

No longer dwelling,

in the mud,

irresponsibly –

the sun shone strong,

and so did he,

for all around to see.

His radiance and his beauty,

apparent majesty,

admired by all who saw him,

brought calm and clarity.

The moral of this story,

may be plain to all,

of the irresponsible lotus,

who answered nature’s call.

Please never judge a lotus,

that may be stuck in mud,

it just needs a little sunshine,

to coax open,

its heart bud.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Trivandrum, India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The i’s and Ears

02 Saturday Mar 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, iphone, ipod, poetry, trains, travel, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I’m at the station,

feeling impatient,

wanting to get on my way.

Announcement says,

there’s been delays,

engineering works causing affray.

The platform’s changed,

I’m turning deranged,

as I sprint to platform eight.

I just catch my train,

(these connections a pain)

we finally get on our way.

A seat on my own,

I pull out my tome,

absorbed in a classic romance.

‘til the people alight,

someone sits by my side,

with ipod and ears plugged in.

I huff and I puff,

at the jangly stuff,

a tinny annoying old din.

Mr Darcy must wait,

as distracted, I hate

to gaze through the window instead.

I seethe and I fume,

unintelligible tunes,

wishing their batteries were dead!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Most Humorous, Senior Superlatives, Fayetteville High School, 1960 (Photo credit: North Carolina Digital Heritage Center)

02 Saturday Mar 2013

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What a lovely write up – thank you 🙂

Dagda Publishing

As she whispers to herself,
her shouts become shadows,
and heartbeats chime thirteen;
the pain in her chest is not surpassed,
by the memory, of just before midnight.
Why did she stay? When all about said,
run, flee, escape, (or) you’ll rue the day.
Holding a bouquet of disdain,
she will mourn the bride,
and hide the pain.

*****

In today’s featured poem, Alex brings us into a world where the fairytale has soured. Utilising the story of Cinderella, Alex paints a poignant picture of rejection, loneliness and regret. Brief in it’s construction, but long in it’s scope, this is a poem that is very easy for the reader to identify with if they have ever experienced loss,pain and rejection (and many of us have). A truly delightful and accomplished piece from this Sheffield poet.

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