Shades of Grey

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Dock near Washington D.C.

 

 

 

 

 

Am I mad,

or am I sane?

Is this real,

and what’s to gain?

I do not think,

the way you do,

I do not see ,

the world as tho’,

each instant,

is in monochrome

no black, no white,

no sin atoned.

There is no evil,

right or wrong,

Just shades of grey,

no one belongs;

each coin a side,

yet both the same;

I ask once more –

Am I sane?

 

© Shades of Grey  14.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Dock near Washington D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Morning Hare

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The Hare that came closer...

 

 

 

 

 

Bared earth

fallow fields

ploughed furrows

concrete puddles

frosted peaks

morning hare

runs wild

winter sun

bleached sky

mist hangs

heavy air

winter cloaks

autumn leaves.

 

© Morning Hare 13.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)

 

Fallen Angels

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Angel 013

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,

wander this barren land;

perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,

travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.

When first glanced, you will know –

bewildered look upon their face,

complexion pallid, tousled hair,

delicate expression, looks, out of place.

To live within such modern times,

misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,

just biding time, and yearning for,

repatriation beyond ascension.

From classic novels and epic screens,

you’ll see them all, or so it seems,

just waiting, biding, patiently,

for a return from false sanctuary,

to fall within reel, or parchment pages,

from a long forgotten century.

 

© Fallen Angels 13.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

Parting Sorrows

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English: Train station in Łeba.

 

 

 

 

 

The heartbreak of each new parting,

makes me wonder why we say hello.

It leaves me unsettled and wanting,

though I try so hard not to show,

the pain in my heart of the parting,

each bittersweet delaying farewell,

leaving me reeling and hurting,

cast back to my solitary hell.

 

© Parting Sorrows 12.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Train station in Łeba. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Fantastic Elastic

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English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies' LED wa...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where does time go,

when you’re in a hurry?

It slips away,

with stress and worry.

Hopscotch rules,

it skips a step,

elastically stretches,

in the dentist chair.

Then time just stops,

when tragedy stills,

and doffs its cap,

respecting life’s ills.

 

© Fantastic Elastic 12.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies’ LED watch, from around 1976 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Sodium Skies

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English: Hagnaby Road, Old Bolingbroke I don't...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sheffield streets,

sodium skies.

Satsuma skin,

sallow sight.

 

© Sodium Skies 12.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – English: Hagnaby Road, Old Bolingbroke I don’t like the orange street lights and nearly turned all the night shots into greyscale images. Well, if you don’t like the colour, try that for yourself. Looking towards the village cross. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

La Danse de la Mort

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Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And ‘though you didn’t know it,

whilst young and naive,

you danced with the devil,

on that snowy winter’s eve.

 

You may ask how I know this,

as we danced ‘round the hall,

for whilst he lay sleeping,

‘twas I stole his soul.

 

As it all becomes clearer,

‘twas I that was naive,

as you danced with the devil,

on that cold February’s eve.

 

© La Danse de la Mort 06.10.2012

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

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English: It's a topsy turvy world On Frampton ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

© Topsy-Turvy 05.10.2012

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)

 

Stiff Upper Lip

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Masked.

Masked. (Photo credit: .Andi.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hold it all in,

and bottle it up,

emotions subdued,

with a stiff upper lip.

Stifle emotions,

wear that fake mask,

choke back the tears,

and get on with the task.

 

© Stiff Upper Lip 05.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

The Heart of the House

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Birds in a row

 

 

The day you left,

and walked out the door,

the heart of the house,

beat no more.

 

You took the flame,

right out of the fire,

clouds cuddled the sun,

and the moon did cry.

 

The birds they fell silent,

respecting the day,

when you walked out the door,

and went far away.

 

© The Heart of the House 04.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)