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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31 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arc, daemons, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, Love stories, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, shooting stars, waltz, writing
The greatest love story,
never told,
needn’t be,
the ones of old.
Living in lands,
cloaked with dreams,
where archetypes rule,
and tears become streams.
When day becomes night,
and Knights rule of old,
where the greatest love stories,
are never told.
Pick up a pen,
and brandish your sword,
battle your daemons,
and pen your words,
look to your heart,
for stories held close,
let the midnight ink glisten –
stars dancing with ghosts.
May rainbows arc brightly
and clouds cloak bad dreams,
shooting stars sparkle,
and waltz with moonbeams.
© Love Stories 31.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
09 Sunday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
What if…
I’m living the wrong life,
I’m not her,
and she’s not me.
I wanted a change,
to be free of the dreams,
I asked her to go,
but now it seems,
it was I that left,
and she’s left behind,
the dreams didn’t stop,
they’re here in her mind.
I made a mistake,
and I want her back,
without me here,
there’s a definite lack,
life is different,
in every way,
I silently wish,
she’d come and stay.
© What if… 09.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Temporary Twins (Photo credit: Rinoninha)
21 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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alarm clock, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bed, dreams, pillow talk, pillows, poetry, sleep
My idea of paradise,
when I don’t set,
my clock at night;
and in my bed,
in peaceful slumber,
where dreams of you,
my woes outnumbered.
The duvet clings,
as lover’s arms;
the pillow talks,
with all its charm.
Nought shall wake,
this blissful state,
as no alarm,
can make me late.
© Pillow Talk 21/03/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Alarm clock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Tuesday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When night pervades,
and dreams half pondered,
take up your pencil,
pen the plot;
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
Like shadows fleeting,
they flutter and flee,
hiding in memories,
lurking and laughing –
they turn and snap,
snarling and prowling.
Bidden time ticks,
playing in peripheries,
of subconscious slumber,
and wanton wakefulness;
again I say –
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
© Ignore a Poem at your Peril 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In Peril (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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)
23 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
20 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
In dawns half-light,
half-dreams are born.
Half-shadow is where,
half-ideas start to form;
plucked from my mind,
they dance in my soul,
to blossom then flourish,
and make me feel whole.
Some like a sunset,
vibrant colours shout out,
others shy rainbows,
conditions coaxed out.
The hardest of all –
a verse like a thorn,
agitation and pain,
deliverance when drawn.
© Half-light 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rose (Photo credit: MartenKL)
07 Monday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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Aether, Aquilo, Arianrod, breeze, constellation, crown, dimension, dreams, heavens, lament, moonbeams, Nereid, poetry, Sea, Sirens, stars, time, wind
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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-)
Worldly Winds 