Impaired Mind (Cinquain)
Locked in
With distant past
Of haunting memories
Like black and white silent movies
Un-synced.
© Carol Robson
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Category Archives: old age
Sep20
All Alone by Carol Robson
ALL ALONE
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.
©Carol Robson
Feb21
Winter’s Tale (Haiku) by Carol Robson
Winter’s Tale (Haiku)
The warm quilt captive
from solstice to equinox
my choice, Eat or Heat.
©Carol Robson 2016
Feb4
Celebration of Age by Carol Robson
Poem:
Celebration of Age written and performed by Carol Robson with vocalists Robyn Haddon and Mali Lines Harvey,
recorded and produced by Rory Pilgrim, performed as part of Rory Pilgrims short film ‘The Open Sky’
Copyright Carol Robson and Rory Pilgrim 2015
Dec16
Lest We Forget by Carol Robson.
Lest We Forget
This weary darkness of days,
as they trudge their weary limbs
from room to room, in decay.
Devoid of natural light,
loneliness and isolation
coldness of older peoples plight,
lest we forget, their degradation.
Carol Robson 2014.
Dec7
Loneliness and Isolation by Carol Robson.
Loneliness and Isolation
You gazed through your window
watching the world passing by
sadly this was not your world
as you gazed from your void.
Your years so full of family and friends
now seemed such a distant memory
a memory that became far less vivid
only framed memories were your companions.
You didn’t want to bother your family
they didn’t seem to listen, always so busy
just a phone call would have brightened your day
taken you out, have a treat, just a visit, please.
A few hours a week your visitors appeared
a cleaner and a person with your meals
quickly gone with barely a word or smile
again long hours devoid of any other presence.
Hours, days and weeks seemed to merge into one
broken by those fleeting visitors into your prison
a prison with a view to a world that was no longer yours
a life on your own, should never have been endured.
Now family and friends are here for you
talking of bygone days, relived memories
your loneliness and isolation is now over
sadly, it took your passing to bring them here.
© Carol Robson 2012
Nov4
An Untimely Death by Carol Robson.
An Untimely Death
Older people are easy targets
relying on their pension,
pension day to look forward to
then, start looking forward to the next.
They want you to work until you die
attacked, suffer cutbacks
again and again
those now living in fear
many with various disabilities
now fear their advancing years.
The extra money helps so many,
it isn’t about their luxuries
as they sit in their coats and hats,
scarves, gloves, wrapped in blankets
here in their homes.
Another cold winter shackles them,
confined by disability or age.
Fears for so many,
they will not see another year,
this will be an untimely death.
© Carol Robson 2015
