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A Walk in the Park

13 Saturday Apr 2013

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English: Hillsborough Park, Hillsborough

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winding grey path

municipal park,

misty rain mizzle

and clouds so dark.

People rush –

a random dog barks,

children still play,

oh what larks!

Raindrops thicken

to leave their mark,

but oh the sun!

invites the arc,

such April showers,

in a municipal park.

 

© A Walk in the Park 13.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Hillsborough Park, Hillsborough (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Ephemera

18 Friday Jan 2013

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Rainbow flag transcendent,

commemorates the day,

sun emerges victor,

the rain is gone away.

 

© Ephemera 18.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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We’re sorry to announce…

14 Wednesday Nov 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Stuck on a train,

delays again,

waiting’s a pain;

here comes the rain,

and I’m stuck on a train.

All that rushing in vain,

it’s always the same,

passengers complain,

as we’re stuck on the train,

watching the rain…

 

© We are sorry to announce… 14.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Isle of Wight – Steam Train (Photo credit: puritani35)

 

Summer Blues

02 Monday Jul 2012

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English: Umbrellas

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain falls,

bird calls,

flaming June,

storms straight through,

summer winds,

never ends,

grey skies,

no flies!

Grass wet –

you bet!

Rivers flood,

the garden’s mud,

no picnics planned,

yet hosepipes banned.

Summer blues,

still in shoes,

woollies on,

summer’s gone!

 

© Summer Blues 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Umbrellas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rain

17 Thursday May 2012

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The rain it comes

and does not stop,

refreshing crisp and cold.

Wash clean and cleanse,

my tired eyes,

refresh my sleepy soul.

 

It burns my skin,

and wakes my sense,

it’s kind, but also cruel.

Wash out the dust,

lays bare our soul,

to cleanse the April fool.

 

© Rain 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorks...

Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. This raindrop acted as a crude lens, focussing and inverting the trees behind it! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the Love of Rainbows

27 Friday Apr 2012

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Rainbow transience

ephemera of the mind,

love intransigent

no respect of time.

 

Shimmering splendour

the summer of our life.

Majestic magnificence,

cutting with a knife.

 

What tantalising trickery

deceiver of our sight,

fleeting, sneering, mockery,

obsessional opulent light.

 

Delightful and delusional,

experienced by all.

Impermanent illusion,

to trip and then to fall

 

Cloud burst emotions

pour down like summer rain.

Refractive reflections,

the eternal lovers’ pain.

 

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Broken Heart (Photo credit: Gabriela Camerotti)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© For the Love of Rainbows

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Not Going Right Day!

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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It’s a not going right day,

my alarm did not sound,

so I’m late and I’m cross,

and I’m rushing around.

 

It’s a not going right day,

I quickly undress,

the shower’s luke warm,

now I’m cold and I’m stressed!

 

It’s a not going right day,

I’ve run for the bus,

the driver didn’t see me,

he’s pulled off in a rush.

 

It’s a not going right day,

the rain lashes down,

(I’ve forgotten my brolly,)

as I walk into town.

 

It’s a not going right day,

I won’t be on time.

I look at my watch,

it’s one minute to nine.

 

‘It’s a not going right day!’

the receptionist shouts.

I look down and I cringe,

my top’s inside out!

 

It’s a not going right day,

I’ve forgotten my phone.

Each job is a nightmare,

and I long to go home.

 

It’s a not going right day,

but not for long…

as I see a bright rainbow,

and birds burst into song.

 

© Not Going Right Day 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

 

Puddle reflection. Red Hill VA, April 2009

Puddle reflection. Red Hill VA, April 2009 (Photo credit: Janet Moore-Coll)