14 Tuesday Jan 2014
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, archetype, insanity, longing, loss, madness, moon, poet, poetry, Sea, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
mercury moon madness
diurnal tide sadness
solitary soul cottage
penning poet’s pottage
quill warrior wordsmith
archetypal Queen or myth?
©Moonlight and Madness 14.01.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit – Member name Geralt – http://pixabay.com/en/tree-kahl-moon-human-group-66465/
28 Monday Oct 2013
Posted in Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Muse, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anonimity, cry, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, muse, poetry, stars, Sybarite, teardrops, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
Veiled in anonymity,
hidden from the world to see,
living out my life I’m never known.
Feeling that I don’t belong;
you all sing a different song,
quietly I slip on by unseen.
As the moon its teardrops cry,
each a star lights up the sky,
as it hears my heartbreak every night.
One day though I will belong,
you will hear my siren’s song,
ring throughout the universe unbound.
Until then I’m here to stay,
writing with my words I play,
poets sybarite will haunt my heart.
© Sybarites 28.10.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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04 Saturday May 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, moon, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, silently,
now the moon,
eclipses all but you,
reclining in serendipity’s arms,
as diamonds glinting
eyes of stars,
fledglings nesting
in my heart,
and nought can
sever souls
apart
Serendipity 04.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Serendipity beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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)
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)
17 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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friendship, moon, poetry, silence, stars
Oh, Brother Moon,
where are you?
cry Sister stars,
for it is dark,
and we a’fear,
the silence clear,
please light the way,
so we can play,
in night’s a new,
and lead a merry
dance we will!
For you can still,
our beating stars,
with words afar
outstripping ours.
Without your beam,
your words unseen,
your moon not full,
this night grows dull…
© Be Still 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Moon, Venus and Jupiter (Photo credit: harshanm)
21 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
The moon and I,
we are like that –
She said…
crossing her fingers,
behind her back.
The sun and I,
I cannot lie…
We crossed our paths
behind a cloud,
his face does hide.
The world and I,
we are as one,
soul mates and lovers,
a trilogy –
with the moon and sun.
© Trilogy 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Planet (Photo credit: Krandy85)
25 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
it’s like the setting sun.
I’ve called your name,
have you called mine?
I rise and you are gone.
We are so different,
you and I,
you’re up when I am down.
You call, I run,
but where are you,
when I need a friend around?
You are the sun,
cowardly cold,
remote, aloof, and chilling.
You’ve hid in shadows,
all of my life,
acknowledgement unwilling.
I am the moon,
with passions bright,
your fire sears scars anew.
You wax and wane,
and spin my world,
‘til I don’t know what to do.
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
you’re fire and I am ice.
You’ve broke my heart,
so many times –
Let go – I’ve paid the price.
© Sun and Moon 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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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.
© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
11 Wednesday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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?
© Standing in the shadow 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
