05 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Plumping pillows
Inviting sleep so
Lay down your head
Let dreams dance
Over your soul
Waltzing with the angels ‘til
Sunrise wakes slumber
© Pillows 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bed made with white bed linen. Four fluffy pillows and crumpled sheet . Original description: 350 thread count sheets. Down featherbed. Down duvet. Super fluffy pillows. Ahhhhhhh. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
08 Friday Jun 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Oh tortuous night
how thou hast
defeated me.
Whilst Angels sleep
against a weeping moon
the painful pull
of sleeps flirtations.
Does thou bring soon
comfort and release
from dark hells hounds
with murderous intent.
Oh tortuous night
now thou hast
defeated me.
© Insomnia 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration house in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When we die,
we go to hell –
she cries.
That’s not true,
we learn to fly –
he says.
I think we stay,
reborn –
to live another day.
That can’t be!
We’re dead and gone,
for all eternity.
Some hymn sings,
we get our angel wings;
But I don’t care,
all I know, is
you’re not
here.
© Hell 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 