13 Wednesday Aug 2014
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
With tick after tock
as life leaves the clock,
time is ebbing away,
and tock before tick,
where time starts to slip,
reality shrouded in grey.
The pendulum swings
as the death knell rings
night bleeds into day,
as midnight chimes,
love’s sleep is sublime,
youth has out welcomed its stay.
© Thirteen 13.08.2014
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture credit: Picture courtesy of www.commentsyard.com
07 Thursday Feb 2013
Tags
ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Tick tock, tick tock,
my mother’s watch,
upon my arm,
tick tock, tick tock.
It shouldn’t be here,
it should be there,
I have her face,
I have her hair,
tick tock, tick tock.
The time flies by,
I grieve each day,
bequeathed to me,
time slips away,
tick tock, tick tock.
I smell the strap,
for scent of her,
but ‘tis long gone,
no trace is there,
tick tock, tick tock.
Our hands the same,
as time moves on,
just memories,
her voice is gone,
tick tock, tick tock.
The days slide by,
my treasured piece,
reminds of times,
and death’s release,
tick tock, tick tock.
Each tick from you,
I further slip,
each tock to you,
a step I skip,
tick tock, tick tock.
Tick tock, tick tock,
my mother’s watch,
upon my arm,
tick tock, tick tock.
© Mother’s Watch 07.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dentist, hopscotch, poetry, rush, stress, time, time scale, worry
Where does time go,
when you’re in a hurry?
It slips away,
with stress and worry.
Hopscotch rules,
it skips a step,
elastically stretches,
in the dentist chair.
Then time just stops,
when tragedy stills,
and doffs its cap,
respecting life’s ills.
© Fantastic Elastic 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies’ LED watch, from around 1976 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
07 Monday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Tags
Aether, Aquilo, Arianrod, breeze, constellation, crown, dimension, dreams, heavens, lament, moonbeams, Nereid, poetry, Sea, Sirens, stars, time, wind
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.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 