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Summer

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Tags

balm, lacewings, longing, loss, Maypole, nature, poetry, summer

English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer balm weighs heavy

my heart can hear the trill

of eloquent seasons intentions

to nature’s clock fulfil

 

But… O’er the nest is empty

remains there barren still

as lacewings dance the Maypole

to appease the Mother’s will

 

© Summer 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The blue flower is Centaurea cyanus and the red one a Papaver rhoeas. Français : Un champ en été en Belgique (Hamois). La fleur bleue est un bleuet des champs et la rouge un coquelicot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Nightmares

23 Wednesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Tags

dreams, grief, loss, memories, memory pain, nightmare, poetry, visions

nightmares

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams disturbing,

most perturbing.

Visions of past,

nightmares that last.

Night-time madness,

lingering sadness,

memory pain,

again and again.

 

© Nigtmares 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

nightmares (Photo credit: Joe Thorn)

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Hell

16 Wednesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Tags

angels, death, grief, hell, loss, poetry, rebirth

Illustration from "Vivilore: The Pathway ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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)

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One Day

10 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Tags

autumn, first love, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, spring, summer, tears, winter

Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three ...

 

 

How I lived,

loved, and

lost,

in a

day.

 

A crisp winter

walk.  Breath.

November

skies so

fresh.

 

Suffocating summer

afternoons, spent

making love, in

your bedroom.

Passionate.

 

Autumn abandonment.

Love tossed aside.

Sad, bitter tears,

words said,

love dead.

 

Armchair reminiscence,

so long ago,

memories,

spring,

forth.

 

How I lived,

loved, and

lost,

in a

day.

 

© One Day 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three camp areas in the Uluguru Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Wilderness Years

30 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Tags

butterflies, cry, Daffodils, days, death, fleeting, longing, loss, memories, migrate, Mother, mourning, Mum, poetry, tears, wilderness

A show of daffodils by the A6091 Melrose bypas...
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)

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Broken Heart

28 Saturday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Tags

broken, death, heart, heartbreak, loss, pain, poetry, tears

Black Heart
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)

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Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite

23 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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Tags

anger, bitter, death, heart, heartbreak, kiss, longing, loss, memories, memory, Mother, pain, tears

Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Ev...

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)

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Tears

21 Saturday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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Tags

cry, diamond, farewell, Goodbye, loss, memories, memory, pain, rust, secret, tears

Teardrop on Fire

I don’t understand this situation,

too complex in secretive layers,

hidden in depths of memories,

memories we do not share.

You do not want me,

you don’t let me go.

I cannot read you,

you blow hot

and cold.

 

You left me bereft with a trail of tears,

falling like Diamonds in the dust,

dust of bygone days long gone

the Diamonds made of rust.

I have no tears to shed

For you, I have no

more tears to

cry – Good

Bye.

 

© Tears 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Teardrop on Fire (Photo credit: tj.blackwell)

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Child Within

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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abused, broken, child, childhood, cry, fear, future, ghost, hurt, loss, lullaby, neglect, pain, playing, poetry, sad, sleep, soothe, tears, teddy bear, toys, write

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see the child within you,

with your boyish short fair hair.

I hold my arms out to you

I want to show I care.

 

They may have left you

broken, bewildered and abused,

but I will never leave you

feeling neglected, sad and used.

 

You stand there like a ghost child,

one sock up and one half down.

too sad, too shy, too quiet,

Your face a pale, sad, frown.

 

Your little dress is crass and short,

your shoes are scuffed and worn,

your toys are few and far between,

your bear, one eyed and torn.

 

I see you quietly playing.

keep out the grown-ups way,

don’t let them know of what you think,

they cannot make you say.

 

Come  child, sit here upon my knee,

Let me soothe away the pain;

cry out your little heart to me

they can’t hurt you again.

 

Hush child, no need to cry,

I will wipe away your tears.

Just hold my hand and follow me,

I can soothe away your fears.

 

Hold strong, my love, rest in my arms;

be still and do not weep.

Listen to my lullaby

I’ll guard you whilst you sleep.

 

Be brave and bide your time Karen,

your future may be bright.

Hold the pain, the memories

take up your pen and write

 

© Child Within 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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Broken

15 Sunday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Tags

cry, dreams, grief, Jean-Baptiste Greuze, loss, memory, pain, potential, weep

Jean-Baptiste Greuze - The Broken Mirror - WGA...

Don’t try to fix me

I am broken.

Don’t try to save me now

my day has gone.

 

I live in memories,

dreams half remembered.

I am damaged,

smashed and undone.

 

I tried to fix me,

glue back the pieces;

some bits were missing

and some went back wrong.

 

Cry for the memory

of what could have been.

Weep for the history,

mostly unseen.

 

Grieve for the dream

of opportunity lost;

to reach full potential –

that life has gone.

 

 

© Broken 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Jean-Baptiste Greuze – The Broken Mirror – WGA10658 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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