11 Monday Feb 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Muse
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, muse, poetry, sleep, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Betwixt and between,
the poem and the dream,
the light and the night,
flows the unconscious stream.
Words play in my head,
from the land of the dead,
the stars and the moon,
hold the gossamer thread.
© Gossamer Dreams 11.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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10 Sunday Feb 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Bury my heart upon the hill,
So I can count the stars,
deafened by my silent rage,
the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,
you sent me to an early grave,
to dance with my daemons,
in a barbed wedding gown,
you broke my crown,
and lowered me down,
so I can haunt the stars.
How dare you call my name,
when you are broken too,
more damaged and fragile than I,
I hope I made you cry,
in that balmy summertime,
occupy my body and mind,
I’ll bury my heart on the hill,
so I can dream of the stars.
Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.
© Counting the Stars 10.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)
08 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Daily life, Nature, Poetry
Scudding clouds,
September skies,
sleeping shrubs,
trees heave sighs,
for winter comes,
with amber sun,
scudding clouds,
signal summer’s,
done.
© September Skies
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
08 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Childhood Memories, Poetry
Touching tree tops,
tasting God,
climbing hillocks,
kiss the clod.
© Carefree 08.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
08 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Poetry
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07 Thursday Feb 2013
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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Tick tock, tick tock,
my mother’s watch,
upon my arm,
tick tock, tick tock.
It shouldn’t be here,
it should be there,
I have her face,
I have her hair,
tick tock, tick tock.
The time flies by,
I grieve each day,
bequeathed to me,
time slips away,
tick tock, tick tock.
I smell the strap,
for scent of her,
but ‘tis long gone,
no trace is there,
tick tock, tick tock.
Our hands the same,
as time moves on,
just memories,
her voice is gone,
tick tock, tick tock.
The days slide by,
my treasured piece,
reminds of times,
and death’s release,
tick tock, tick tock.
Each tick from you,
I further slip,
each tock to you,
a step I skip,
tick tock, tick tock.
Tick tock, tick tock,
my mother’s watch,
upon my arm,
tick tock, tick tock.
© Mother’s Watch 07.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)
02 Saturday Feb 2013
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, ambience, barista, bohemian, classical guitar, longing, loss, memories, muse, poetry, snow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
I sip my tea
In the cafe bar
He sits and picks
Classical guitar
Snow flutters down
Ambience imbued
Johan Sebastian
As the barista brews
Behind the pillar
I sit and muse
Of times gone by
And heart beats used
I solitary sit
In the cafe bar
He sits and strums
Classical guitar
© Bohemian 02.02.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Classical Head by Pablo Picasso (Photo credit: cliff1066™)
01 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cinderella, fairytale, heartbreak, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
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.
© Beyond Cinderella 01.02.13
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration for Charles Perrault’s Cinderella from Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé: Les Contes de ma Mère l’Oye(1697). Gustave Doré’s illustrations appear in an 1867 edition
29 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in Poetry
How I wish,
you were around,
to keep my feet,
upon this ground,
to clip my wings,
and whisper this…
Life’s a play –
protagonist,
don’t give up,
and don’t give in,
it’s just a game,
that no one wins.
© Protagonist 29.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
28 Monday Jan 2013
Posted in Poetry
I also saw the moon
and so I say goodbye
to this world
In Japanese poetry the moon is often a reference to enlightenment. In this death poem by Buddhist nun Chiyo-ni, she expresses her final words to the world and her experience of awakening. Is it a glimpse? A continuous state of mind?
As one of the great haiku poets of her time, Chiyo-ni expresses a sense of wakefulness in all her poems with sublime beauty and metaphor. She wrote her first poem at age six and spent her life devoted to the arts of 18th century Japan.
In my garden
starflowers bloom
come and see.
Chiyo-ni, age 6
While her choice to become a Buddhist nun came later in her life after the death of her husband, the temple near her home was purported to be a strong influence in her life. Her devotion to the wonder…
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Worldly Winds 