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
18 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
You’re a liar!
With your stories –
You don’t know,
what the truth is.
Half told truths,
little white lies,
you’ve added the spin,
to your fantasies.
It’s had to keep up,
as you chatter away,
I don’t believe
a word you say.
Romanticise.
That’s what they say,
for the lies you tell,
and how you behave.
You don’t see the damage,
left in your wake,
destroying lives,
the tongue of a snake.
Now listen to me!
and there’s the rub,
there’s nothing romantic,
in what you’ve become.
© Liar Liar! 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
03 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
The clock is loudly ticking,
as my life ebbs away.
I wonder how I will feel,
when it becomes my day?
Will I be filled with remorse,
for things I never did?
Will I experience regret,
for things I never said?
Will I be filled with anger,
for things I didn’t do?
Because the time just slipped
away, before I even knew.
Will I think about you,
as I’m taking my last breath?
Will you even be there,
as I walk towards my death?
© Dying days 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Sun Dial (Photo credit: Khirol Amir)
23 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds
Tags
anger, bitter, death, heart, heartbreak, kiss, longing, loss, memories, memory, Mother, pain, tears
Bitter sweet, bitter Suite,
you break my heart again.
I gently hold you in my arms
try not to cause you pain.
This sweetness to be with you,
to see your face once more;
to cherish just one last sweet kiss,
before death slams the door.
Oh to be with you right now
to talk and laugh again!
For focus, love and clarity –
the calm before the pain.
You hold me tight and whisper,
but death clasps tighter still;
a grip around our fragile hearts,
it’s a bitter poisoned pill.
You try to look, you try to see,
but your eyes are not the same.
Could you even see me
when I screamed out your name?
The feeling of bewilderment
as you take your last breath.
You leave in anger, not in peace,
I can’t walk with you in death
Death claimed your heart, and you claimed mine,
you’ve gone where I can’t follow.
You’ve left me sad and broken down;
my heart is dead and hollow.
Bitter sweet, bitter Suite
the feeling’s still the same.
Life and death go hand in hand,
but the memories remain.
© Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Everett Millais’s Ophelia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 