Written specially for and performed at the Harms Of Hate event funded by Rotherham Council and the Home Office at the Magna Science Park 27/09/2018 ©Carol Robson
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I’m so lonely, all alone.
I sit here most days crying,
Yet again, all alone.
Trying to cope.
Never realised how hard this would be.
Existing here, now,
friends say it will get better.
I cannot see this –
I do not want this.
I really don’t want it to get better.
My heart beats with a never-ending ache;
My soul in torment, ripped by pain.
My love, my soul mate, my best friend
Taken from me far too soon,
Leaving me like this, all alone.
I will not be so for much longer:
I will join you my love;
Together again, forever my love
As it was always meant to be.
Then here, this place, this time
Will be empty, all alone.
Van Gogh Museum performance of the intergenerational words piece The Open Sky with Robyn Haddon and Rory Pilgrim October 2015.
The Open Sky is about words and what they mean for different people.
It’s about intergenerational words,
I bring words with me from childhood.
Family words that have stayed with me.
Sometimes these words have got blurred through the years.
There are words I want to term as family words.
There are also words I want to term as friendship words.
Sometimes the words in friendship can mean more to some people than family words because for some, their friends are also their family who they share their lives with.
There’s a four letter word, which is really important – just a four letter word – LOVE.
Just Be You
You’ve endured a life of!
Told it will be this way
told it will be that way
told, told, told told,
from the earliest time.
Learn this, learn that
the right way
it has to be
use constructive argument
to be labelled,
We are not
all the same
your human rights,
just be you.
Told you cannot,
ask why not
they’re your mistakes
learn from them
make a difference
true to yourself
just be you
not what others,
want you to be.
You don’t need,
DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL
Uncommon sense breaks the frailness;
a mind disorganised, yet still not broken.
Good, light thoughts; evil, dark thoughts,
like bed-fellows – side by side.
A constant battle of wills:
good and evil challenging
like a passionate circling dance –
Tarantellas courting each other.
Your behaviours challenged by desires;
your free will attracts the evil,
your morality fights to transcend this,
your virtues fight for spiritual purity.
In time you fight your final battle,
the final dance of light and dark,
the brightness of your soul
rejecting the deep darkness of your mind.
You’re now here in a good place –
at least, until you’re asked for another dance.
Single Awareness Day
February fourteenth is Valentines Day
another chance to fill the coffers.
A card, flowers, presents to give
commercialism filling their pockets.
One day just to say, I love you
pushed at you since the New Year.
Magazines, newspapers, television too
just to say on that one day.
I love you
Emphasis on couples,
sharing their love.
Why do they need a special day?
everyday should be special.
If you love someone so much
How does it feel to be single?
grown tired of all this hype.
Many different reasons, for being single
cherish your life, cherish your friends.
February fourteenth is,
Single Awareness Day
© Carol Robson
Pens leak the words
scrawls or rants
line after line
of new thoughts
or juxtaposed words
in scrappy books
or post-it notes
decorating a duvet
like a poetic quilt
to be sorted later
by a clearer mind.
Hours or days
poetic verbiage juggling
parking of words
in the right place
to be read
to be spoken
down through time
by you, by others
where the words arose
from the restless sea
of the poets
© Carol Robson