Tags
airplane trail, death, grief, loss, love, poetry, remembrance
Do me a favour,
when you die –
leave me a kiss,
up, in the sky.
© Remembrance 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Remembrance
01 Sunday Jul 2012
Tag Archives: death
I do not belong here
27 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Escher de carbón y caramelo (Photo credit: Greg Planchuelo)
I do not like this place.
I don’t belong here,
the stench of death pervades,
yet outside the sun beats down,
hotter than the promised hell.
I do not like this place.
Relics of a bygone day,
guilt and blame pave the way,
to salvation,
but only if you are too weak.
Enough, to believe as
fear holds tight,
demanding allegiance,
to blame and sin;
dragged screaming from within,
without compassion,
or mercy,
for the weak –
End.
I do not like this place,
I do not belong here,
for the stench of death,
offends my soul.
© I do not belong here 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hell
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)
The Last Dance
15 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Walking up to the edge,
I face the abyss,
death screams through my blood,
at mortality’s kiss.
Do I step forward,
or do I step back?
I feel it so close,
on this cold ruthless track.
No one has noticed,
what’s happening within.
The clues are all there,
so pale, cold and thin.
Dancing the waltz,
life partnering death,
my demon will steal,
my last precious breath.
He will feast on my spirit,
and defile my soul,
as we dance the last dance,
with my blood running cold.
© The Last Dance 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lilith (1892) by John Collier in Southport Atkinson Art Gallery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Joy
13 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Joy
Ecstasy
Inside my being
A bubbling brook
Chattering sparrows
The joy of the first crocus
The warm blush of the sun
The beauty of a brooding sunset
Deep within the shadows of my mind
There is a desire and longing for rest
To slip from this mortal world
Recline within white clouds
And to leave this land
For one more gentle
Most welcoming
Less demanding
Encompassing
Eternal
Sleep
Joy
© Joy 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Phoenix
12 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Burning my memories,
one by one.
Igniting past pains,
cauterising old wounds.
Flaming, hot, words,
vitriolic in verse.
Flagellation, flagration,
purge passions, past-tense.
Incinerate insinuations,
imaginings real.
Immolate in sincerity,
allows hearts to heal.
In a blaze of gold glory,
the past is undone;
to rise like the phoenix,
from the flames of the sun.
© Phoenix 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
36/365 (Photo credit: celeste343)
I Wish…
05 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
I Wish….
I have a list of dreams to fill,
before my time is through;
although they may seem fanciful,
I wish they will come true.
I want to be an artist,
on the riverbank of life.
To wear a smock and sip champagne,
whilst painting with my knife.
I want to write a book or two –
a literary success!
A story of my coloured life,
upon the library shelf.
To be a renowned poetess,
publish a rhyme or two.
To find my muse in poetry,
and fall in love with you.
I’d like to write a sad song,
that makes the toughest weep,
to be played at all the funerals,
as the coffin is lowered deep.
I want to live just by the sea,
in a white house with a view
of waves that crash upon the shores,
where I could stand with you.
Most of all, be in your arms
and spend with you some time,
gazing at the moonlit stars,
whilst sipping white chilled wine.
© I Wish 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Right to the sea (Photo credit: christing-O-)
Dying Days
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)
Wilderness Years
30 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Tags
butterflies, cry, Daffodils, days, death, fleeting, longing, loss, memories, migrate, Mother, mourning, Mum, poetry, tears, wilderness
The Wilderness Years are over,
they are with us no more;
while birds migrate for winter time,
so Death has closed the door.
The days were, oh, so fleeting,
like butterflies in spring.
The time we spent together
made my lonely heart sing.
Shared memories of daffodils,
we laughed until we cried –
we cried until our tears ran dry,
I was ever by your side.
How could this have happened?
How could you leave this way?
I always think about us –
and mourn you every-day.
© Wilderness Years 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A show of daffodils by the A6091 Melrose bypass road These daffodils are on the northeast embankment of the A6091 near Melrose Roundabout. The verges of a 3km length of road from the roundabout to the eastern end of Melrose were planted with daffodils several years ago [562294]. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Broken Heart
28 Saturday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
You take my heart and rip it out
you stamp it in the ground,
then toss it in the gutter
where it cannot be found.
You savage, you shred it,
until you see the blood.
You cast it off and kill it
and grind it in the mud.
I pick it up and wrap it,
I’ll take it home to keep,
for I will not be needing it,
I’ll bury it and weep.
My poor heart it is broken
You’ve left it all in tatters.
You walk away and leave it,
To you it doesn’t matter.
© Broken Heart 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Black Heart (Photo credit: kreg.steppe)
Worldly Winds 
