Dreams

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Aether, Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Aquilo, Arianrod, dreams, metaphysical, Metaphysical poetry, napowrimo, Nereides, poetry, Sirens, soul, stars, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet

Of what do I dream,

when I close my eyes?

I dream of the sea

and the star filled skies.

From constellations above

I would fashion a crown;

a cloak from the sea

matches my moonbeam gown.

I roam in the heavens

with Arianrod and Aether.

I swim in the oceans

with Nereides beneath.

With heartbroken Sirens,

sing laments to the seas.

With Aquilo the wind

I sing songs in the breeze.

When I close my eyes,

to this earth I’m not bound.

Neither time nor dimension

can tie this soul down.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

23 Sunday Mar 2014

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

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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Windows to the Soul

25 Saturday May 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, muse, poet, poetry, soul, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet

Do you see into the poet’s soul?

Your stare puts me on edge.

I’m sat before you naked;

you write on my blank page.

I saw you, I know you,

and it took me by surprise.

I really didn’t think that,

you’d see into this poet’s eyes.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Pantheon Masquerade (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Even When…

17 Friday May 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Even when…

you’re with her,

she’s all alone.

Even when…

you dream of her,

she’s gone.

Even when…

you kiss her,

you’re not the one.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of Portugal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hades

02 Thursday May 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, dying, fear, hell, insomnia, pain, poetry, sleep, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Slowly, slowly, creeps the dawn,

with monstrous shapes,

and shifting form,

‘tween death and sleep,

my soul doeth lie,

this never world,

where hope does die.

Alas my sense,

it leaves me cold,

splintered spine,

as I’ve grown old

and weary of

this mortal world,

a waiting hell,

backdrop

unfurled.

The antidote

to death

is sleep –

where

Daemons

sneer, and

angels

weep.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

La Danse de la Mort

06 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dance of the dead, dance with the devil, death, devil, heartbreak, loss, naive, poetry, soul, winter

And ‘though you didn’t know it,

whilst young and naive,

you danced with the devil,

on that snowy winter’s eve.

You may ask how I know this,

as we danced ‘round the hall,

for whilst he lay sleeping,

‘twas I stole his soul.

As it all becomes clearer,

‘twas I that was naive,

as you danced with the devil,

on that cold February’s eve.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sleep

14 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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fear, insomnia, night, poetry, sleep, soul

Crescent Moon – 02-01-06 (Photo credit: wanderingnome)

Sleep is not happening

sleep will not come

my heart it is pounding

and my mind is undone.

The thoughts they are taunting

with memories flirting

the darkness is daunting

as my soul is hurting.

Sleep is not happening

sleep will not come.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Poet’s Melancholy

01 Friday Jun 2012

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inspiration, melancholy, poetry, prose, soul, verse, wisdom, writing

Alas the poet’s sorrow,

I know it well!

Infesting, invading,

the melancholic mind,

destructively, saving,

our urge to write

stirring the soul,

to release and let go,

giving up, and,

giving in,

to inspirations, intuit.

Your only weapon,

pen, ink and wit,

to fight the foes,

with verse and prose,

with the words of a poet,

and the wisdom of the sage,

together we’ll haunt the universe,

with tears and hearts upon our page.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sorrow

26 Saturday May 2012

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conjoined, dissever, grief, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, sorrow, soul, waiting and longing

We are together you and I,

destined to be conjoined.

We cannot part,

though I have tried –

two sides of the same coin.

You have your demons,

I have mine,

our paths not meant to cross,

parted from our distant poles,

without you I am lost.

Your heart refrains my harmony,

our breath is intertwined,

your dreams haunt mine,

I shadow yours,

you dwell within my mind.

Our souls can’t be dissevered,

but neither can they join;

we are from different planets,

defying space and time.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Half Light

20 Sunday May 2012

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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)

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Tag Archives: soul

Dreams

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

Windows to the Soul

Even When…

Hades

La Danse de la Mort

Sleep

The Poet’s Melancholy

Sorrow

Half Light

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