An Undying Love


An Undying Love

Lonely days spent wondering what my future life held,

I was comfortable with most aspects of my life – yet my darling you left a void.  Living alone this last year, alone, grieving for my long time love and partner – finding it hard to come to terms with heartbreak and loneliness, day to day feelings, so entrenched in these days and months since your sudden death.

Never ever giving any thought about moving on – how could I ever do this to my first and only true love, my true soul mate.  I still feel your presence in every room – a soft light touch seems to brush my neck letting me know you are still with me.

These long days and months of heartache slowly passing by – a long time before I had the courage to remove the pillowcase that last caressed your head and your beautiful red hair – for, when I laid next to it you were still with me my darling – now it is laid away with your favourite clothes which still hold memories of our precious time together.

Friends rallied round during my darkest days – with love that only true friends give.  As those dark days’ lessened, our true friends are still with me – friends seeing how  my grief was consuming me – thinking it was time for me to move on – yet, really my love they did not understand my grief – my love had been torn from the sinew of my inner being.

Knowing you would want this – I will try to move forward my darling – slowly I will my love – minute by minute – hour by hour – day by day – thinking of you – knowing that you would want me to embrace all love – yet my darling I know that no one will ever replace you in my heart – my life will go on – never forgetting you my darling – my best friend – my only true love – my undying love for you – my soul mate.

© Carol Robson

Unbroken.


For all those in love:

Unbroken

True love triumphs

above all foolishness

love is much more than decreeing

the genders

of who has madness to love

or to lie with their chosen partner.

Human love desires, affairs of the heart

as it races without defibrillation

lovers chests bursting extreme love

bodies, brains tingled in exaltation

knowing their own true love way

as the blood rush electrifies synapses

in loving hearts and minds

never to be broken

in their eternal journey of love.

©Carol Robson

Virus (my self-isolation)


Virus

Pandemic of a human kind

global rush of Covid 19

worldwide death never designed

yet causing the lockdown scene.

Older and vulnerable were mostly thought to be at risk

children, then any age were taken

underlying health problems, the healthy too

no discrimination, it could be you.

Panic buying soon became the norm

empty shelves, no toilet rolls no tins of food

shops emptied by the covid swarm

normal folk now in a frenzied mood,

Self isolation social distancing lockdown

key workers frontline staff NHS Docs and nurses

the ones allowed to move around

NHS staff in their PPE, nursing the dying

trying to save lives in trying times

BBC giving us daily updates of soaring numbers

all over the world not just at home

this is real news not fake

let’s stay safe do not roam,

When it’s over we can party like it’s 1999

down the pub to celebrate with family and friends, reunited with love ones

street parties whatever you want

rebook your holidays, start to live again without fear

me, I’ll just hug my daughters and grandchildren too

©Carol Robson

Oct 2015 ‘A Reflection’


Van Gogh Museum performance of the intergenerational words piece The Open Sky with Robyn Haddon and Rory Pilgrim October 2015.

“A Reflection.
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.
Carol Robson.

Single Awareness Day (February 14th)


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

 

Promotion, advertising

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

Insomniac Mind by Carol Robson


Insomniac Mind

 

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

who empathise

where the words arose

from the restless sea

of the poets

Insomniac Mind.

© Carol Robson

Salford


I was so pleased to be asked to write a poem for this Pamphlet to raise funds for a local for charity;

Salford Poetry

Adopted Salfordian

I wandered lonely,

not as a cloud

a free spirit

with words of poetical diction

political, just about real life

real people, real lives

spoken word of fact

sometimes fiction.

I wandered lonely,

meandering,

like the Irwell

feeling refreshed

as I drifted into Salford

On a lonely night

I found inspiration

my spirits lifted

musicians, the finest wordsmiths

my mind full of oration

off the cuff, then scripted.

I wandered lonely,

yet on arriving

among Kings and Crescent

performers, audiences, new friends

taken into the bosom

of friendships,

feeling safe in this

‘Spirit of Salford’

I wandered,

never alone

adopted Salfordian

who loves the honesty,

the humour

tells it how it is attitude

in a place

that gave us the likes of,

Clarke, Cooke, Finney,

Sumner, Read, Delaney.

just a few

of talent, of inspiration

for inclusion, in any miscellany.

Salford!

gave me friendships

 words of inspiration

here in my testimony

Salford!

 You, have my affection..

©Carol Robson

 

 

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina) Rhiannon.


NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina)

Rhiannon
My eyes flash wider as I see the beautiful Rhiannon
shuddering as my body tingles, for she is everywhere
her fans gathering just to hear the beautiful songbird.

They melt together as one entity at the feet of the songbird
hearts lifted and broken by the voice of Rhiannon
following like slaves as she moves everywhere.

Hypnotised to be with her everywhere
the bewitching voice of the songbird
as everyone just wants Rhiannon

taking Rhiannon the songbird into their hearts, everywhere.

©Carol Robson 2016
#NaPoWriMo2016 #Poetry