A Walk in the Park

13 Saturday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, April showers, municipal park, park, poetry, rain, rainbow, UK poet, walk, walking, Weather, Yorkshire poet

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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

Ephemera

18 Friday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, enlightenment, ephemera, poetry, rain, rainbow, transcend, Victory, Weather

Rainbow flag transcendent,

commemorates the day,

sun emerges victor,

the rain is gone away.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

IMG_7268b_triple_rainbow (Photo credit: oaklandEarthGirl)

Rainbow Fin

10 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Loss, Love, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, fish, goldfish, pet, poetry, rainbow

I had a fish called Rainbow,

the ugliest you’ve seen,

he was almost transparent,

showing heart, and spine, and spleen.

He seemed to live forever,

a hoopla prize, most fair,

he grew quite big and chunky,

and swam without a care.

He wasn’t a rare beauty,

neither rainbow, nor a jewel,

but my little girl’s heart loved him,

he was strange, and bold, and cool!

He swam around in circles,

gliding through his castle scene,

and he didn’t seem to mind much,

when neglect turned his bowl green.

Then, one day, to my distraught cries,

and my childhood at an end,

I found him quite lopsided,

my poorly rainbow friend.

He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,

it was a sad old day,

when I said a few old holy words,

and flushed him clean away.

Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,

I loved you ‘til the last,

‘tis fondly I remember thee,

you remind me of my past.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)

Love Stories

31 Monday Dec 2012

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arc, daemons, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, Love stories, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, shooting stars, waltz, writing

The greatest love story,

never told,

needn’t be,

the ones of old.

Living in lands,

cloaked with dreams,

where archetypes rule,

and tears become streams.

When day becomes night,

and Knights rule of old,

where the greatest love stories,

are never told.

Pick up a pen,

and brandish your sword,

battle your daemons,

and pen your words,

look to your heart,

for stories held close,

let the midnight ink glisten –

stars dancing with ghosts.

May rainbows arc brightly

and clouds cloak bad dreams,

shooting stars sparkle,

and waltz with moonbeams.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Phobos and Deimos

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Deimos, heartbreak, Helios, loss, love, Mars, Phobos, poetry, rainbow, stars, tears, unicorn

Confetti stars,

and the moons of Mars,

glitter in the sky.

My lover’s tears,

weeps a million years,

silently each night.

To you I fly,

through rainbow skies,

riding clouds of unicorn white.

My broken heart,

as my love departs,

Helios has taken flight.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

(photo credit – unknown – please contact me if you wish me to remove or add credit to this picture)

Jacob’s Ladder

01 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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fireflies, Jacob's Ladder, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, stars, thunder

Climbing Jacob’s ladder,

reaching for the stars,

flirting with the moonbeams,

it makes us who we are.

Sliding down the rainbows,

and bouncing off the clouds,

dancing with the fireflies,

as thunder sings out loud.

Lightening Skies illuminate,

standing on high peaks,

flying with the eagles,

all within mans’ reach.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Raggi di sole, sun beams (Photo credit: pizzodisevo (Laser therapy – terapia – Therapie))

Half Light

20 Sunday May 2012

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

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Blossom, dawn, dreams, flourish, idea, poetry, rainbow, soul, sunset, thorn, writing

In dawns half-light,

half-dreams are born.

Half-shadow is where,

half-ideas start to form;

plucked from my mind,

they dance in my soul,

to blossom then flourish,

and make me feel whole.

Some like a sunset,

vibrant colours shout out,

others shy rainbows,

conditions coaxed out.

The hardest of all –

a verse like a thorn,

agitation and pain,

deliverance when drawn.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rose (Photo credit: MartenKL)

For the Love of Rainbows

27 Friday Apr 2012

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cloudburst, delusion, ephemera, heart, heartbreak, impermanence, love, pain, rain, rainbow, summer, transience

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.

Broken Heart (Photo credit: Gabriela Camerotti)

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Not Going Right Day!

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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April showers, bird song, humour, rain, rainbow, Weather

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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

Rainbow

22 Sunday Apr 2012

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

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beautiful, calm, colours, force, longing, nature, rainbow, storm

A Thing of Beauty

You are as strange as a rainbow,
so rarely seen.
You seem real enough,
your bright colours gleam.
I cannot hold you,
touch you,
reach you,
I cannot find your source;
the calm after my storm,
nature with a force.
You are not solid
nor a fanciful flight,
with no use or purpose,
just a beautiful sight.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Self made rainbow, made in home garden. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Tag Archives: rainbow

A Walk in the Park

Ephemera

Rainbow Fin

Love Stories

Phobos and Deimos

Jacob’s Ladder

Half Light

For the Love of Rainbows

Not Going Right Day!

Rainbow

A Thing of Beauty

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