05 Wednesday Sep 2012
Posted in Haiku, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, broken heart, grief, longing, loss, poetry, Sea shanties, Seagulls, seashore, sorrow, soulful, surf, waiting
Circling seagulls soulfully
Singing sea shanties
Sorrowfully surf sea-shores
© Seagulls 05.09.2012
Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)
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)
02 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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I cherish your words
like children,
I watch them grow
within my heart;
some may heal,
and some bring joy,
whilst others may,
tear us apart.
Each one of them,
brings joy and pain,
with each a gift,
in equal measure.
I hold your words,
the nettle grasped,
may sting my soul,
but each I treasure.
© Cherishing 02.09.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Books (Photo credit: henry…)
01 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Hot flush
flash up
pressure point
no stop
heat burns
brain turns
into mush
with flush.
Heart pounds
skewed sounds
head throbs
stifled sobs
anger flashes
teeth gnashes
temper flares
no one dares
talk to Mum
‘til it’s done.
Hot flush
has gone.
Oh the joys
of menopause!
© Menopause 01.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Menopause Three (Photo credit: David Jackmanson)
01 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
She looks in the mirror,
and stares in the glass.
Memories visual,
the haunting has passed.
Recalling events,
reflected in front,
and wonders quite simply,
when did I become?
© Becoming (her) 01.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Looking Glass (Photo credit: Elena Kalis)
30 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted 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
![[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)](https://i0.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4712018396_0b6052d407_m.jpg "[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)")
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.
© Writing the Blues 30.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)
28 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Anger, Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, anger, broomstick, confidence, determination, frustration, goody two shoes, halo, poetry, school of hard knocks, witch
My heart it is broken,
my head is a mess,
my soul it is injured,
I’m still me, none the less.
I had a good go,
at living this life,
I’ve endured the woes,
and the troubles, and strife.
I’ve played by the rules,
and I’ve learned the hard way,
from the school of hard knocks,
but I never did stray.
Oh! I played it so safe…
wore my goody two shoes,
the obedient girl,
see my halo shine through?
Now, I stamp down my foot,
and the gloves they are off,
just watch this worm turn,
‘cause enough is enough!
I’ve polished my broomstick,
and I’m ready to fly,
the halo has gone,
as I take to the sky.
© Highs and Woes 28.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on her broomstick” for the letter o in Aldiborontiphoskyphorniostikos. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, beans, diet, flatulence, humour, lentils, poetry, veganism, vegetarianism
I’m silent but deadly,
I’m telling no lie,
I’m topped up on lentils,
with beans on the side.
Please don’t breathe in,
as you are sure to die,
I’m about to explode,
and blow us sky high!
© Silent but Deadly 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted 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…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
24 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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acrobats, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arguments, carnival, clowns, daggers, drama, families, fish wives, jugglers, knife throwers, poetry, steel, vanity
The day that the carnival,
came to my town,
there was drama, emotion,
excitement all round.
Japes were a plenty,
with high jinx of the clowns;
the day that the carnival,
came to this town.
The daring and danger,
of walking the rope,
and the jugglers’ juggling,
all gave us hope.
Next came the horses,
they preened and they pranced,
as the acrobats tumbled,
and the dancers they danced.
Then there were daggers,
as the men threw their knives,
with glinting steel edges,
as sharp as fish wives.
The fire eaters swallowed,
flames hotter than hell,
whilst the ringmaster hollered,
and the kids they did yell.
Welcome to my world,
it won’t let you down,
when the metaphorical carnival,
visits your town.
© Every Day is Carnival Day 24/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Circus Amok Jugglers by David Shankbone, New York City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 