04 Thursday Oct 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, grief, heart, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry
The day you left,
and walked out the door,
the heart of the house,
beat no more.
You took the flame,
right out of the fire,
clouds cuddled the sun,
and the moon did cry.
The birds they fell silent,
respecting the day,
when you walked out the door,
and went far away.
© The Heart of the House 04.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)
14 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, always on my mind, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, Love song, memories, our tune, poetry, radio, tears, yesteryear
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
I heard, our tune,
on the radio today,
it took me back.
Oh – how the years,
have dropped away.
I stopped to listen,
I thought things through,
a silent tear escaped,
as I remember how,
I still love you.
The years have come,
and the years have gone,
without you by my side,
the echoes of my yesteryear,
sing, always on my mind.
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
© My Last Love Song 14.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bush Radio (Photo credit: pigpogm)
08 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Blue moon, depression, giving up, heartbreak, loss, love, moon, poetry, writer's block, writing
Giving up and,
giving in…
a writers’ pain,
a lovers’ dream.
Blue moons come,
and blue moons go,
the pain remains,
of losing you.
The thought of,
having you no more,
is like the song,
without the score.
To give you up,
without a doubt?
but only when,
the blue moon’s out.
© Blue Moon 08.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Blue Moon Blue (Photo credit: Hialean)
05 Wednesday Sep 2012
Posted in Haiku, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, broken heart, grief, longing, loss, poetry, Sea shanties, Seagulls, seashore, sorrow, soulful, surf, waiting
Circling seagulls soulfully
Singing sea shanties
Sorrowfully surf sea-shores
© Seagulls 05.09.2012
Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)
04 Tuesday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, graduation, grief, heart, loss, moon, Mother, nest, poetry, rook, Sea, separation, shore, Son, stars, sun, sunrise
How can the sea,
leave the shore?
How can the moon,
the stars ignore?
How can I live,
without my heart,
and grieve for you,
whilst we’re apart?
How can my sun,
no longer shine?
I will not see,
sunrise sublime.
How can the word,
without the book,
the empty nest,
without the rook.
How can the empty
space be filled?
By graduations,
new lives rebuild.
© Empty Nest 04.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
02 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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I cherish your words
like children,
I watch them grow
within my heart;
some may heal,
and some bring joy,
whilst others may,
tear us apart.
Each one of them,
brings joy and pain,
with each a gift,
in equal measure.
I hold your words,
the nettle grasped,
may sting my soul,
but each I treasure.
© Cherishing 02.09.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Books (Photo credit: henry…)
30 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, blues, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, primal scream, rejection, writing
![[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)](https://i0.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4712018396_0b6052d407_m.jpg "[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)")
These walls imbued,
with poet’s mood,
whilst words refrain,
deflecting pain;
the primal scream,
relives the dream,
of love once scorned,
this life sojourned.
© Writing the Blues 30.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry
I see an old lady,
and I think of you –
enjoying her garden,
as so should you
Tinsel and fairy lights,
I really miss you;
coloured stockings hang,
each a memory from you.
Then comes the summer,
and I mourn for you,
for all the lost days,
and the things we can’t do.
When I hear a joke,
I want to tell you,
to laugh like two schoolgirls,
‘til tears wet cheeks through.
Each birthday ticks by,
I wait for your card,
I know it won’t come,
but it still hits me hard.
When I see an old lady,
it seems so unfair,
‘cause you’ll never grow old,
no stick, no grey hair.
When I see an old lady,
with daughter at side,
I think to myself,
That should be I…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
22 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cadaver, condemned, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, waiting
I hang on your words,
like a condemned man,
waiting, waiting, waiting;
the hour glass ticking,
moods pensive and tense.
To and fro, fro and to…
Cadaver pendulum swinging,
this way and that,
that way and this…
Tides ebb and flow,
moons wax and wane,
days come, weeks go.
Still waiting, waiting…
ever waiting, for
just one word,
from,
you.
© Condemned 22/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Two hangman’s nooses and gallows behind the courthouse in Tombstone, Arizona (tombstone14xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)
19 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, hope, loneliness, longing, loss, love, poetry
How can I tell
you what to do
when I am more
messed up x 2
How could I tell
you how to be
when I am more
unsure x 3
How can I hope
you love me more
when I am so
alone x 4
How can I live
this lonely life
when I am with
my grief x 5
© Telling Times 19/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Maths (Photo credit: Marcus Mo)
Worldly Winds 