28 Monday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Graphite sticks propelling poems,
Indian white erasing Koans,
Faber’s fables etching easels,
pencil led creating castells;
without my scribe,
where would I be,
blotted books,
anonymity.
© Propelling Poems 28.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
辉柏嘉（Faber-Castell）铅笔与橡皮 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
20 Sunday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cottage, Derbyshire, Peak District, poetry, retreat, solitary, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet
Of what do I dream?
I dream of the Peaks,
a cosy warm cottage,
for solitary weeks.
A welcoming hearth,
and an open fire,
somewhere to sit,
and dream of the ‘shire.
A handsome oak bureau,
where I sit and write,
with an old lattice window,
to gaze at the night.
An old chiming clock,
to signal the end,
and an old scruffy dog,
as my one faithful friend.
Of what do I dream?
I dream of the Peaks,
a cosy warm cottage,
for solitary weeks
© Of what do I dream? 20.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
16 Wednesday Jan 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, couplets, craft, knitting, Knitting and Crochet, poetry, poetry structure, sibilance, writing
Knitting with syllables
pen and purl
lexical needles
pattern unfurls
pencils slip stitches
pens purl clichés
scheming skeins
unpicking dreams
slip stitch sibilance
cast off vigilance
trying hard again
to crochet a cardigan
No – not me
I prefer
knitting poems.
© Knitting doublets 16.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
31 Monday Dec 2012
Posted 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.
© Love Stories 31.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Melodious mantra,
mellifluous muse,
oh how you tease,
with your will to refuse.
© Muse 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hesiod and the Muse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
24 Saturday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Two ends of the spectrum,
ne’er to meet,
beauty and wisdom,
in step just like feet;
as day and by night,
or sun and full moon,
with write and what’s left,
whoever would know,
if it was for the best.
© Juxtaposition 27.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
night and day? (Photo credit: 2.)
23 Tuesday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
The verses I write,
from events that I see,
might not be your,
cup of rosy hot tea!
Not being clever,
don’t write to impress,
not for the glory,
or the fame of success.
I like to connect,
to thrill and inspire,
I don’t write of love,
all that passion and fire…
My lines are quite plain,
not obscure or sublime,
just everyday stuff,
caught up in a line.
If I am lucky,
I might make you think,
to stop and to ponder,
just before your next blink.
I hope that you feel,
you could do this too,
so pick up a pen,
and give it a go!
© Penning Poems 23.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Writing journal (Photo credit: avrdreamer)
08 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Blue moon, depression, giving up, heartbreak, loss, love, moon, poetry, writer's block, writing
Giving up and,
giving in…
a writers’ pain,
a lovers’ dream.
Blue moons come,
and blue moons go,
the pain remains,
of losing you.
The thought of,
having you no more,
is like the song,
without the score.
To give you up,
without a doubt?
but only when,
the blue moon’s out.
© Blue Moon 08.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Blue Moon Blue (Photo credit: Hialean)
02 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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I cherish your words
like children,
I watch them grow
within my heart;
some may heal,
and some bring joy,
whilst others may,
tear us apart.
Each one of them,
brings joy and pain,
with each a gift,
in equal measure.
I hold your words,
the nettle grasped,
may sting my soul,
but each I treasure.
© Cherishing 02.09.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Books (Photo credit: henry…)
30 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, blues, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, primal scream, rejection, writing
![[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)](https://i0.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4712018396_0b6052d407_m.jpg "[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)")
These walls imbued,
with poet’s mood,
whilst words refrain,
deflecting pain;
the primal scream,
relives the dream,
of love once scorned,
this life sojourned.
© Writing the Blues 30.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)
Worldly Winds 