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Rumi

08 Wednesday Jul 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Heartbreak, Poetry

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Green Tara, heartbreak, pain, poetry, Rumi

Tara

I said what about my eyes?

“Keep them on the road”

I said what about my passion?

“Keep it burning”

I said what about my heart?

“Tell me what you hold inside it?”

I said pain and sorrow

He said:

“Stay with it”

 

by Rumi

Picture Credit

Green Tara – Painting by Devendra Man Sinkhwal, Nepal

http://www.tibetanart.com

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Lily

01 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Death, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Lily, housework, Lily, love, Mother, mundanity, pain, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

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I kick the dishwasher door shut

with my right foot.

Slam the mugs into their rightful place

without a backward glance,

click the washer onto spin.

Will it never end?

Then…

pulled up short,

a though occurs;

one day there will be no pots to wash,

no clothes to be done,

for you will be gone.

I fondly caress your fleece

slung carelessly across the chair,

and remove your work bag from the table –

to reveal the lily head, squashed,

beheaded, and hidden,

under mundanity

of housework.

 

© Lily 09.10.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit: JamesDeMers Pixabay

 

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Death of a Minor

24 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, cancer, death, grief, heartbreak, hospice, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, pain, Peak District, poetry, sorrow, tears, UK poet, Uk poetry, Woodhead Pass, Yorkshire poet

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I remember the daily grind through the Peaks;

from Hillsborough to hospice.

Morphine induced twilight hours,

brittle brown heather hair,

cascading watery cataracts,

crashing, weeping, winding.

 

I know each bend like the veins in my hand;

the outcrops and falling rocks.

Spray from the lorries,

thrown up, muddy teardrops,

sliding down the windscreen,

breaking limits, breaking hearts.

 

This is the road to hell.

 

© Death of a Minor 24.05.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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The Other Side of Me

14 Monday Apr 2014

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, heartbreak, napowrimo, pain, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Punch and Judy's Carribean Vacation

 

 

 

 

Do you know,

the other side of me?

Where the grass is greener,

and the soul is darker.

 

Do you know only,

my second face?

Not like the rest,

the one I keep for best.

 

Do you know,

if this is sunny side up

heads up, tales down,

turn that frown

upside down?

 

I think you know,

Little Miss Sunshine,

but have you met Judy

within or without?

 

Do you know,

the essence of me?

Not that of vanilla,

of sugar and spice,

but one of fear.

 

Do you know,

the other side of me?

Where the grass is greener,

and the soul is darker.

 

© The Other Side of Me 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Punch and Judy’s Carribean Vacation (Photo credit: _william)

 

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Silhouettes and Soliloquies

23 Sunday Mar 2014

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, pain, poetry, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

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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)

 

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Black Rose

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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

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Alex Carr-Malcolm Black Rose, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Black Rose, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, muse, pain, petals, poetry, Rose, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

 

© Black Rose 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

 

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Satsuma Tears

26 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bed sit, Christmas, Christmas pud, divorce, grief, lodger, longing, loss, memories, memory, pain, poetry, Satsuma, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Christmas in the post-War United States

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am the festive lodger,

pushed from pillar to post.

Always someone else’s Christmas,

fake smiles to a congenial host.

 

I’m as shafted as the fairy,

stuck on an artificial tree;

outsider looking inwards,

mourning my family.

 

I am the bedsit teen Queen,

as I celebrate alone,

Satsuma tears and Baileys cheers,

and Christmas pud for one.

 

I open up your present,

somewhere you sip Champagne,

a cheap acrylic jumper,

and a card with misspelled name.

 

Noddy screams, ‘it’s Christmas!’

Sinatra croons away,

a miracle on 34th,

saved by Jonah’s cavalry.

 

I am your inconvenience,

you left when I was twelve,

destined to be a lodger,

condemned to festive hell.

 

© Satsuma Tears 11.12.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Christmas in the post-War United States (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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…and the Clock Struck Twelve

14 Saturday Sep 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, Mother, Mum, pain, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

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The clock struck twelve

and you were gone.

No family home,

I had no Mum;

why did you leave

me on my own?

You should have known,

I should have gone.

The days went fast

and slow, time passed;

but I was with you

at the last.

I often grieve

for what should be;

arm in arm,

just you and me.

 

©…and the Clock Struck Twelve 17.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The face of a W & H Sch grandfather clock at the Marines’ Memorial Hotel in San Francisco. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Dublin

17 Monday Jun 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, Dublin, Dublin City, Grafton Street, grief, heartbreak, Ireland, longing, loss, love, memories, memory, pain, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Grafton Street

Apologies for my lack of presence – I am very busy with work and a room refurb – I hope to be back soon!! Watch this space!

In the interim time, another oldie – one of my readers reminded me of this poem, it is one of my favourites!

 

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.

 

© Dublin 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Grafton Street (Photo credit: National Library of Ireland on The Commons)

 

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Make Do and Mend

24 Friday May 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, confidence, keep calm and carry on, make do and mend, mantra, memories, mental health, pain, poetry, sorrow, tears, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

English: Original copy of the Keep Calm And Ca...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please don’t be nice to me,

I don’t think I would cope,

I’d burst into tears,

and lose all my hope.

 

I’m back of the queue,

I’ve placed myself there,

I won’t move forward,

with my tunic of hair.

 

Throw me some praise,

and I’ll colour up puce,

I’ll duck and I’ll dive,

and it’s really no use.

 

I have my own mantra,

of make do and mend,

keep calm and get on,

I’m so good at pretend.

 

© Make Do and Mend 24.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Original copy of the Keep Calm And Carry On poster, in Barter Books, Alnwick, Northumberland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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