29 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in Poetry
How I wish,
you were around,
to keep my feet,
upon this ground,
to clip my wings,
and whisper this…
Life’s a play –
protagonist,
don’t give up,
and don’t give in,
it’s just a game,
that no one wins.
© Protagonist 29.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
26 Saturday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arrogance, critical, critique, meaningless, poetry, pretentious, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
They lust and slaver,
Oohed and aahed,
prestigious piece,
held with regard.
Stepping back,
to take it in,
I’m at a loss,
where to begin.
What it means –
can but surmise,
the Emperor’s clothes,
to a child’s eyes.
But still they come,
to worship it,
priceless pap,
elitist crit.
Decadent daubs,
and senseless scribble,
visual vomit,
verbal drivel.
Pretentious, pointless,
beholding eye,
meaningless,
to all but thy.
© Elephant in the Room 26.01.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Child painting (Photo credit: magnusfranklin)
20 Sunday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
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
19 Saturday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
It’s six o’clock in the morning,
the dawn chorus performing,
I didn’t sleep a wink last night,
as I cried, and put the world to rights.
The world continues turning,
tears leave my eyes burning,
it’s over and done, your finally gone,
leaving my broken heart yearning.
© Six O’clock 19.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
amazing dawn chorus (Photo credit: pluckytree)
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, banish, dreams, farewell, frost, longing, loss, memories, poetry, song, sorrow, summer, Swallow, tears, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet, youth
You took my dreams;
The swallows of my autumn years,
and banished them without a care.
You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,
ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.
So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;
but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.
The leaves of youth have fallen and…
the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.
I still hear their distant cries,
and the smell of their season.
I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.
So long departed, so far away, but…
I still feel the warmth of their summer.
Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find
your dreams on a distant shore.
Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,
once more…
© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)
Worldly Winds 