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 do they need a special day? everyday should be special, if you’re so much in love. 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
Grandchild (Cinquain) Eyes wide melting hearts, smile hugs, cuddles, sloppy kiss a different grandparent love Perfect. ©Carol Robson
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
For all those in love:
True love triumphs
above all foolishness
love is much more than decreeing
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.
‘No Labels’ has been written for the ‘Harms of Hate’ event being held at Magna in Rotherham Sept 2018, where I will be performing several pieces of my work
Copyright: Carol Robson.
No Labels must not be reproduced without permission
©Carol Robson 2018
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.
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
I’ve such self-belief that it – scares me
I refuse to let my past – define me
In the here and now – poet me
I’ve proved I can do it – performer me.
Some people cannot get past – history me
Clouds their vision to see – true me
Ignored and never accepted – dislike me
Or in truth, the realisation – discriminate me.
My true friends – love me
Loved my performances – support me
Female poet and performer – gladdens me
My authentic and fulfilling life – just me
Feeling alive – REAL ME.
©Carol Robson 2014
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.
Carol Robson 2014
(Page 16 Words of Darkness and Light)