One Day

10 Thursday May 2012

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

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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

First Love

05 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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childhood, comfort, dog, first love, love, memories, teddy bear

I held you tight

and clung to you,

my love for you untold.

I stared into you deep brown eyes,

my heart was yours to hold.

So soft to touch,

I kept you close,

I kissed your furry ears.

My love, my friend, my confidante,

my darling teddy bear.

You shared my secrets,

calmed my fears,

as you watched over me.

You’ve watched me grow over the years,

a birthday gift at three.

You stood by me,

in hours of need,

and protected me at night.

When I was ill, you’d comfort me,

and soothe me ‘til the light.

I cried for you,

and made a fuss,

my teddy bear most dear;

hanging wet upon the line,

one peg upon each ear.

We’ve had our scrapes,

both you and me,

but survived them none the less;

the time the dog played tug o’ war…

but I sewed back your head.

Now I’m grown,

no more a child,

It’s you that I adore.

Although you’re bald, you’re my first love,

my one eyed teddy bear.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Teddy Bear (Photo credit: ertemplin)

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

01 Tuesday May 2012

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broken, delusion, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, illusion, memories, moon, nightmare, poetry, reality, shadow, shadows, silhouette, sleep, soliloquy, sun

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wilderness Years

30 Monday Apr 2012

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

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.

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)

Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite

23 Monday Apr 2012

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

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Everett Millais’s Ophelia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tears

21 Saturday Apr 2012

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

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

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Teardrop on Fire (Photo credit: tj.blackwell)

Let Me Be

13 Friday Apr 2012

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daydreams, memories, memory, music, peace, poetry, sad, solitude, soulful

Always watching – ever present,

never a moment of peace.

I long for the quiet,

the housewives dream;

no privacy, always eyes watching,

with a question or a request.

Leave me alone – let me be,

to read my books and write my words.

Let me listen to my music,

sad and soulful.

Let me sit in my garden

and watch the flowers

dance in the summer breeze.

Let me be -just for a while.

Stop watching, stop minding

and let me be.

Let me have my privacy.

Alone with my thought and memories.

Alone with my daydreams and visionaries.

Leave me in my solitude,

alone and in love with my dreams.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Standing in the Shadow

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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longing, loss, love, memories, memory, moon, shadow, stardust, sun, tears, waiting

Standing in the shadow of this mood

no longer ruler of my emotions;

visited by ghosts of a bygone age

I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.

The silence is deafening.

The memories blinding.

With heavy heart and a trail of tears,

I dream the dreams from all those years.

The diamond flash of a smile or a look,

the scent of a memory.

What will be?

Will it be at all?

A roller coaster ride of life,

not knowing what to expect;

not knowing how I’ll react.

You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;

do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,

do you care or even contemplate the consequences –

of doing nothing?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Swallow’s Farewell

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, banish, dreams, farewell, frost, longing, loss, memories, poetry, song, sorrow, summer, Swallow, tears, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet, youth

You took my dreams;

The swallows of my autumn years,

and banished them without a care.

You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,

ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.

So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;

but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.

The leaves of youth have fallen and…

the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.

I still hear their distant cries,

and the smell of their season.

I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.

So long departed, so far away, but…

I still feel the warmth of their summer.

Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find

your dreams on a distant shore.

Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,

once more…

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)

Grandma

17 Saturday Mar 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cry, death, Grandma, longing, loss, memories, poetry, tears

Grandma
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?

Your gate had gone.
The rooms were dark,
and walls looked stark,
no longer your home.

The door now green;
the windows shed tears,
for all those years,
of happiness no longer seen.

The men still guard,
the lion’s road,
from days of old.
Sweet memories hard.

I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Tag Archives: memories

One Day

First Love

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

Wilderness Years

Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite

Tears

Let Me Be

Standing in the Shadow

The Swallow’s Farewell

Grandma

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