My Last Love Song

14 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds 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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Bush Radio (Photo credit: pigpogm)

Writing the Blues

30 Thursday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds 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

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)

I Think of You

25 Saturday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds 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…

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)

Dublin

18 Saturday Aug 2012

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

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death, Dublin, Grafton Street, grave, longing, loss, memories, pearls, poetry, Sea

I never went to Dublin,

or strolled along the shore.

I never walked on Grafton Street,

or wore the pearls you swore.

I never came to visit you,

and relive bygone days;

to welcome ghosts that haunted me,

or weep upon your grave.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I am Dead

07 Saturday Jul 2012

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

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calm, compassion, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, wisdom

Sitting in the gardens,

admiring flower beds,

will you still remember me,

when I am long dead?

Reflections on my past life,

no longer hurt my heart,

for they are now just stories,

from which I am apart.

Mental chatter ceases,

calm imbues my soul,

wisdom and compassion,

start to make me whole.

Although I’m reminiscing,

of all that never was,

I still miss you dearly,

no reason just – because…

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Graveyard [1] (Photo credit: Simon Cocks)

Eight Lilies

05 Tuesday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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heart, lilies, longing, loss, memorial, memories, poetry, remembrance

Eight Lilies of remembrance,

stand to mark the way.

Eight lilies, one for each of you,

respect and honour the day;

to show that I still think of you,

though that day is done,

each lily marks a bygone past,

from a lifetime that is gone.

I smell their sweet thick lily scent,

It makes me think of you;

with fondest memories in my heart,

and tears that are now few.

No longer living in my world,

It is as though you’re dead.

The lilies are memorial,

to words still left unsaid.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

I do not belong here

27 Sunday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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belonging, death, hell, memories, past, poetry, spiritual death

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Nightmares

23 Wednesday May 2012

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

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

Dreams disturbing,

most perturbing.

Visions of past,

nightmares that last.

Night-time madness,

lingering sadness,

memory pain,

again and again.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

nightmares (Photo credit: Joe Thorn)

Phoenix

12 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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death, diaries, fire, memories, Phoenix, poetry, rebirth, sun

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

36/365 (Photo credit: celeste343)

Haunted

11 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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laughter, memories, poetry, tears, thoughts

Thoughts

my chattering children

in the playground of life

Tears

fall as snowflakes

before turning to ice

Laughter

echoes and shadows

dancing with the light

Memories

wistfully haunting

as she dances away

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Diary (Photo credit: Barnaby)

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Tag Archives: memories

My Last Love Song

Writing the Blues

I Think of You

Dublin

When I am Dead

Eight Lilies

I do not belong here

Nightmares

Phoenix

Haunted

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