19 Saturday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
It’s six o’clock in the morning,
the dawn chorus performing,
I didn’t sleep a wink last night,
as I cried, and put the world to rights.
The world continues turning,
tears leave my eyes burning,
it’s over and done, your finally gone,
leaving my broken heart yearning.
© Six O’clock 19.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
amazing dawn chorus (Photo credit: pluckytree)
18 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Dare you stroll
down Memory Lane?
Can you step out
with me?
I will,
if you will.
Will you walk
into the unknown?
I will,
if you will.
Dare you take a leap
of faith?
I will,
if you will.
Would you fall,
head over heels?
I will,
if you will.
Say I love you?
I will,
will you?
Dare you!
© Dare You! 18.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
My Love (Photo credit: Jennuine Captures)
17 Thursday Jan 2013
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Remember not
to forget
to remember
close your eyes
breathe in
breathe out
close your eyes
the silence brings
remembrance
not to forget
to remember
© Remember Remember 17.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Kwan Yin – Chinese goddess of mercy & compassion Statue of Kwan Yin in the grounds of Greenway House (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
02 Wednesday Jan 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry
Cremate me in your
fires of passion,
burn my soul
indelibly,
memories will
a story fashion,
of how we
loved,
and used
to be.
© Eternal Flame 02.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Passion (Photo credit: -RejiK)
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)
19 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Poetry
I wear a pashmina of pain,
and my grief as a gown,
sorrow bedecks,
a thorned crown.
I haunt this world,
and always will,
until this beating,
heart is stilled.
My soul touches earth,
as I walk on this path,
my visible breath,
‘til I inhale my last.
Don’t bother me so,
with worrisome woes,
don’t ask my name,
as nobody knows.
© I wear… 19.12.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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12 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Deimos, heartbreak, Helios, loss, love, Mars, Phobos, poetry, rainbow, stars, tears, unicorn
Confetti stars,
and the moons of Mars,
glitter in the sky.
My lover’s tears,
weeps a million years,
silently each night.
To you I fly,
through rainbow skies,
riding clouds of unicorn white.
My broken heart,
as my love departs,
Helios has taken flight.
© Phobos and Deimos 12.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, displaced, fallen angel, heroine, longing, loss, misplaced, poetry
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)
06 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, death, devil, heartbreak, loss, naive, poetry, soul, winter
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)
05 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, change, longing, loss, poetry, Topsy-Turvy
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)
Worldly Winds 