Stillness

24 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, butterflies, contentment, enlightenment, poetry, simplicity, stillness, sun, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

just as the butterfly

settles on a flower

and spreads her wings

in reverence to the sun

let our minds

still, and feast

on the nectar

of this sublime

life

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Der Schmetterlingsjäger (The butterfly hunter) by Carl Spitzweg (1840), a depiction from the era of butterfly collection. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Empty Nest

04 Tuesday Sep 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

≈ 19 Comments

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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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Trilogy

21 Saturday Jul 2012

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

≈ 22 Comments

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earth, love, moon, poetry, sun, trilogy

The moon and I,

we are like that –

She said…

crossing her fingers,

behind her back.

The sun and I,

I cannot lie…

We crossed our paths

behind a cloud,

his face does hide.

The world and I,

we are as one,

soul mates and lovers,

a trilogy –

with the moon and sun.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Planet (Photo credit: Krandy85)

Sun and Moon

25 Friday May 2012

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

≈ 20 Comments

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growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane

I’ve seen your face,

a thousand times,

it’s like the setting sun.

I’ve called your name,

have you called mine?

I rise and you are gone.

We are so different,

you and I,

you’re up when I am down.

You call, I run,

but where are you,

when I need a friend around?

You are the sun,

cowardly cold,

remote, aloof, and chilling.

You’ve hid in shadows,

all of my life,

acknowledgement unwilling.

I am the moon,

with passions bright,

your fire sears scars anew.

You wax and wane,

and spin my world,

‘til I don’t know what to do.

I’ve seen your face,

a thousand times,

you’re fire and I am ice.

You’ve broke my heart,

so many times –

Let go – I’ve paid the price.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Phoenix

12 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 7 Comments

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death, diaries, fire, memories, Phoenix, poetry, rebirth, sun

Burning my memories,

one by one.

Igniting past pains,

cauterising old wounds.

Flaming, hot, words,

vitriolic in verse.

Flagellation, flagration,

purge passions, past-tense.

Incinerate insinuations,

imaginings real.

Immolate in sincerity,

allows hearts to heal.

In a blaze of gold glory,

the past is undone;

to rise like the phoenix,

from the flames of the sun.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

36/365 (Photo credit: celeste343)

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

01 Tuesday May 2012

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

≈ 13 Comments

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broken, delusion, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, illusion, memories, moon, nightmare, poetry, reality, shadow, shadows, silhouette, sleep, soliloquy, sun

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)

Black Rose

14 Saturday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 18 Comments

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Black Rose, Blossom, Flower, grief, heart, loss, Petal, poetry, Rose, spirit, summer, sun, tears

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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

Standing in the Shadow

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 3 Comments

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longing, loss, love, memories, memory, moon, shadow, stardust, sun, tears, waiting

Standing in the shadow of this mood

no longer ruler of my emotions;

visited by ghosts of a bygone age

I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.

The silence is deafening.

The memories blinding.

With heavy heart and a trail of tears,

I dream the dreams from all those years.

The diamond flash of a smile or a look,

the scent of a memory.

What will be?

Will it be at all?

A roller coaster ride of life,

not knowing what to expect;

not knowing how I’ll react.

You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;

do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,

do you care or even contemplate the consequences –

of doing nothing?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Worldly Winds

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