Poetry and Prose: “R.I.P. Jessie Our Beloved Family Dog” written by Karen Robinson

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Jessie our family dog at the age of 16 years old reached the end of his life.  This is a lovely photograph of Jessie some years ago, during a time when he was a little younger.  We loved him dearly and he will be greatly missed by us.  He was such a kind-hearted dog with a beautiful soul, he gave us so much joy and companionship during the good and bad times in our lives.  R.I.P. dear Jessie – March 2017.  Photographed by Karen Robinson – NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws

 

 

INTRODUCTION

In memory of our dear family dog Jessie, I would like to re blog these prose poems I had written about him during 2016 – R.I.P. my dear loving friend…

 

 

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Jessie_Robinson Family Dog_April 2016.  Found him sleeping in the garden where he had made a bed for himself amongst the dried leaves.  Photographed by Karen Robinson – NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws

 

 

— Our Dog Jessie —

­

His golden hair glimmers in the warm, afternoon winter-sun,

he is waiting, waiting, waiting for his very special one.


There seems to be no end to his vigilant gaze

as he watches for his master to grace the stony path maze.


For Jessie is truly a well-loved family member of ours,

he has given us so much love in both good and bad hours.


If only his master knew how adoringly his dog waits,

for the return of his master’s presence, - our dog’s best of mates.

­
– Ο –


Poem © Karen Robinson, July 2016
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Jessie_Robinson Family Dog_Jan 2010.  7 years earlier where Jessie was strong and still youthful.  In those times we were able to have his hair cut so that he would be more comfortable during the hot summer months.  But as he got older he didn’t like the hair cutting, it would stress him out too much, so we stopped for him.  Photographed by Karen Robinson – NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws

 

 

 

— Home —


­
It is quiet and peaceful
at this very moment.
There are no ‘world worries’ in my space.
 

I hear birds awakening
 to the beginning
 of a new and promising day.


Inside here in my home
it is safe and warm,
and outside, surrounding my home,
is a garden paradise
grown and crafted
by the loving hands of a man
I cherish.


Here, I know, is a place
 for me
to run and hide -
to shelter from the outside world’s daily challenges;


a place where I can be myself –
unafraid, comforted.


The family dog sits beside me,
endearingly,
as always.


Together we wait for the morning-sun
to show its friendly face


and when my husband arises,
from his night’s sleep,
it is then we will take coffee
 and talk
in the security of each other’s company.
 

It is quiet and peaceful here –
this blessed place
I call home.


– Ο –


Prose Poem © Karen Robinson - September 2016
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Jessie_Robinson Family Dog & Indie daughter’s family dog_October 2013.  Jessie often had our daughter’s family dog Indie come and visit where he would share is dog bed with little indie.  Photographed by Karen Robinson – NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws

 

 

CONCLUSION

Home will never be quite the same now that you are no longer with us.  Thank you my dear friend, our family dog Jessie – you shared all your love and devotion, and you will be greatly missed by us all….

 

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Jessie_Robinson Family Dog_R.I.P. March 2017.  During the last week of Jessie life, he was in pain and suffering…it was a very sad time for him and for us.  Photographed by Karen Robinson – NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws

 

 

NB:  A special thank you to Judy Bird who continues to provide me with ongoing support with my creative writing efforts.

 

© Karen Robinson – March 2017

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Poetry and Prose: “Bourke Street” written by Karen Robinson

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Melbourne, Victoria – Australia ‘Floral tributes at the Bourke Street Mall’.  A single pink heart sits above the sea of floral tributes left in memory of those killed in road trauma 20th January, 2017.   Photographed by Karen Robinson_www.idoartkarenrobinson.com.  NB: All images are protected by copyright laws.

 

 

INTRODUCTION

Just recently I attended Writers Victoria’s workshop titled ‘Poetry The Foundations’ at the Wheeler Centre, Little Lonsdale Street, Melbourne – Australia.  The day long session was conducted by Ali Alizadehtutor. The workshop covered: “(1) what is poetry, and what makes it a unique form of writing; (2) what is contemporary poetry; (3) what are the most important forms of poetry in Australia today; (4) how to begin and complete writing a poem; and (5) how to find an audience for our poetry” (Writers Victoria 2017).

 

‘BOURKE STREET’ PROSE POEM INSPIRATION

During the second half of the day, we were given the opportunity to write our own poem/prose based on a selection of prompts given to the group by Ali.  I chose ‘Bourke Street’ as this immediately resonated with me, as it did with others in the group as well. Melbourne on 20 January, 2017 experienced a dreadful road trauma event in the heart of our city and had deeply affected Victorians.  After the session, I walked to the Bourke Street Mall where there laid thousands of Floral Tributes. It was a very sad sight and deeply moving…

After further work on my prose poem, I felt I had reached a point where no more needed to be done, or at least no more that I wanted to do.  I titled the prose poem ‘Bourke Street’ and is featured here below.

 


— Bourke Street —

­

the news charged

into my space

demanding my

immediate attention

my response

‘no - not in my town

my city’




screaming

now from within me

the memory of my son

killed in road trauma

my senses heightened

I find myself again

saying

‘no - not in my town

my city’




this Bourke Street driver

killed

and maimed

without a thought




one baby

one child

and 4 others

run down,

slaughtered

in my town,

my city.




Melbourne now mourns

cries in disbelief

while loved ones

crumble in their despair

yes — in my town,

my city.


- o - 


Prose Poem © Karen Robinson - January 2017

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CONCLUSION

To those who lost loved ones on that day, my deepest condolences.  To those who experienced injury, I wish for you a speedy recovery, and to the family and friends directly impacted by this dreadful act – my thoughts are with you…

 

NB:  A special thank you to Judy Bird who continues to provide me with ongoing support with my creative writing efforts.

 

© Karen Robinson – February 2017

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Poetry and Prose: “2016 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize – Wildcard Poet” written by Karen Robinson

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No. 6 The 2016 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize Event held at 75 on Reid Street, Fitzroy North.  A lonely ‘Open Mic’ stands patiently waiting for its 30 poets to begin reading and performing their poems.  Photographed by Karen Robinson  NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws.

 

 

INTRODUCTION

Recently, I had the good fortune to be drawn as a 2016 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize ‘wildcard’ poet.  This meant that I was able to read one of my poems along with 29 other Melbourne poets showcasing their poetry at Melbourne Spoken Word Prize (MSW) end of year competition gala event held at 75 on Reid, Fitzroy North. Poets were shortlisted by gig conveners around Melbourne, with wildcard spots. Each poet was limited to one poem each with a performance limit of 3 minutes, and no props or costumes allowed. Five judges from the spoken word scene:  Michael Reynolds (Passionate Tongues), Libby Charlton (Dan Poets), Michelle Dabrowski (Slamalamadingdong), Amanda Anastasi (La Mama Poetica) and Ebony MonCrief (Voices in the Attic) selected the best performance on the night based on a combination of writing and performance (MSW 2016).  The event was hosted by Anthony O’Sullivan and Benjamin Solah is the founder and Director of MSW.

 

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No. 9 The 2016 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize Event held at 75 on Reid Street, Fitzroy North – Hosted by Anthony O’Sullivan of MSW.  Photographed by Karen Robinson – NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws.

 

 

 

THE WINNER OF THE 2016 MELBOURNE SPOKEN WORD PRIZE – Kylie Supski

The winner of The 2016 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize, Kylie Supski performing ‘Graffiti Walls’ at 75 on Reid, North Fitzroy on December 2, 2016 (MSW 2016)”.  Kylie was certainly a standout on the night and well deserving of being the winner of this prize.  Below is what Melbourne Spoken Word had to say about Kylie and the YouTube features her performance on the night.

“Kylie Supski is a Polish-Australian poet and spoken word performer. Kylie’s inspiration comes from her personal experiences, all aspects of her life, and the people she is surrounded by. Kylie is greatly concerned with using art as a method of speaking out about global economic and political inequality. She encourages her audiences towards critical thinking, and to consider the weight of their own powers as citizens with specific regard to the inhumane policies backed by the Australian government controlled by less than ‘The 1%’. Kylie however, enjoys a diverse repertoire and is passionate about exploring the beauty of being alive (MSW 2016).”

 

 

 

 

AS A WILDCARD POET READING MY PROSE POEM TILED ‘A GOOD CONVERSATION’

It was an amazing opportunity to read my prose poem at the MSW event.  The Poet community was well represented within the audience, along with family and friends offering support to all the poets that read.  I had decided before the event to just enjoy the experience, I was glad to be there and able to read, that was more than enough for me on this night!  My dear husband, using my mobile phone kindly recorded my humble performance and is here below – NB:  Apologies for the poor sound.

 


— A Good Conversation —



We talked about the-everyday-things,

a catch-up conversation,

mostly predictable,

between us, as mother and daughter.

 

Then I asked her, “How is work?”

She surprisingly revealed that things were not good.

After listening to her

for a while,

I realised that I had little to offer

in the way of remedies or good advice,

even though as her mother,

it should have been expected.

 

There was a sadness

a feeling of helplessness within me

that said I cannot make this right!

 

She spoke of the challenges,

she spoke of the injustices,

she spoke of personal anguish,

she spoke of disappointment,

she spoke of sadness

and grief.

She just spoke.

 

I was there to listen.

I was grateful

that, as her mother,

I was there,

able to listen.

I saw pain on her face,

heard it in her voice.

 

I saw her relieved

that she could share

with me, knowing,

without asking,

that I would be non-judgemental.

It was a good conversation.

 

While her problems, concerns, and anxiety

still remained,

I was able to offer a silent assurance

that no matter what,

I will be there,

that my love for her, my daughter,

is truly unconditional.

 

With this the pain slipped away

from her face, her anxiety put to rest

for another time;

the injustices explored and clarified

so that they were now manageable,

and her challenges cast aside

to be revisited at another time.

 

On this day, her problems

became smaller

as our time shared together

became bigger.

It was a good conversation; 

a precious time between us

as mother and daughter.

– ο –

Prose Poem © Karen Robinson - November 2016

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CONCLUSION

We really enjoyed the evening!  A man came up to me afterwards and said “you made me want to ring my mother and I don’t even get along with her”.  Just those words from this man made me think “wow so good to think that by sharing can get people thinking about their lives” – art for therapy at it’s best for sure!

 

Melbourne Spoken Word - Open Mic Poetry

Melbourne Spoken Word – Open Mic Poetry

 

 

 

© Karen Robinson – December 2016

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Poetry and Prose: “Feeling Vulnerable” written by Karen Robinson

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“Ben was killed in a single vehicle car crash on the 5th November, 2009. He was driving at 140 kilometers per hour, had 0.08 Blood-Alcohol-Content, hit a kangaroo, lost control of his vehicle and crashed into two trees at approximately 1am in the night. He was discovered dead by his motor vehicle by a fellow workmate a couple of hours after his death. Ben was aged 25 and died three weeks before his 26th birthday. Ben was a beautiful, loving young man but had a history of driving offenses that meant as his mother I feared the worst might happen, and it did. In memory of our dear son Ben, we wish you were still here with us today, you are missed by us all – everyday. All our love son….mum xxx”. Written by Karen Robinson NB: All images and written content is copyright protected..JPG

 

 

INTRODUCTION

This week I was asked by ABC 774 if I would like to do an interview with them about road safety and road trauma. To talk about the work that I myself and so many other people at Road Trauma Support Services do every day – in the hope that these efforts will save lives and reduce serious injury caused by road trauma.  The interview was directly in response to a dreadful car crash that had occurred just this week where a 15-year-old boy had been killed, two young girls critically injured and two others injured in a single car crash.  This below is the interview sound cloud produced by TAC Victoria with Raf Epstein – DRIVE Program ABC 774 featuring myself as the interviewee.

 

 

 

USING CREATIVE WRITING AS THERAPY

It is never easy talking about road safety and road trauma, especially when it directly relates to my son, about his sudden and tragic death caused by road trauma on the 5th November 2009.  Just before speaking with Raf Epstein I found myself pensive, and during the interview itself, I found my voice quivering uncontrollably.  Afterwards, that night I couldn’t sleep.  Based on these reactions I was experiencing – I decided to attend my scheduled Creative Writing Session with Judy Bird our facilitator.  This group of people whom have become friends over the years is where I shared a Prose Poem I wrote that very morning about how I was feeling about my radio interview experience.  I was very comforted by the fact that all understood that at anytime I publicly talk about my son Ben and my family’s road trauma story – there is a price that is exacted. I feel my prose poem as shown here below does help to convey that fact.  I am also conscious of the fact that many other parents that have experienced the loss a child through road trauma would possibly have similar feelings, thoughts and emotions.

 



 — Feeling Vulnerable —

 Why am I feeling this way?
 I've done this many times before.
 I have spoken about my son,
 and his tragedy,
 so many times before.
 
 Was it the statement 
 the father made,
 saying it was not a tragedy?
 Did that cut right through my heart?
 
 Here I am again - vulnerable.
 My grief and despair
 exposed like an open wound
 that will never heal.
 
 My voice quivers
 as I talk. It's hardly noticeable to others,
 I think, but for me it is loud
 and demanding of my attention. 
 It is uncontrollable.
 
 I state the facts.
 I talk of the families
 that will now be hurting.
 I am hurting.
 How can I make it stop?
 It will never stop.
 
 My son is no longer here.
 His death - sudden,
 violent and unnecessary.
 
 Here I am again - vulnerable.
 But it will pass until the next time
 my heart is torn open.
 
 – ο –


 
 Prose Poem by Karen Robinson © October 2016
 
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 to read other Poetry & Prose written by Karen Robinson 
 
 

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Ben James Robinson 16.11.83 to 5.11.2009  NB All images are protected by copyright laws

 

 

 CONCLUSION

Sharing my prose poem with the members of the Creative Writing Group, a safe space created by the facilitator, Judy Bird, very much ensured I was feeling well supported. It ensured I was OK and I was!  Creative writing for therapy at its best I feel…

 

 

© Karen Robinson – October 2016

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Creative Writing: “Our Dog Jessie” Poem by Karen Robinson

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1 of 2 Jessie is patient and diligent with such a longing to see his master’s return at the end of a day – dear old dog – Golden Cocker Spaniel – written and Photographed by Karen Robinson  NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws .jpg

 

INTRODUCTION

The process of trying to keep up with my creative writing is a challenge for me.  Life just demands at times, my attention elsewhere, but I feel so rewarded when I do take the time to reflect and write…

 

POEM INSPIRATION

So at a moment when my thoughts were still, I glanced across from where I was working, and looked towards our old dog Jessie.  He was sitting at the window looking longingly out and up towards the garden path. It was that time of the day when he would wait for his master to come home and today was no exception for Jessie! Oh to have the unconditional love of a dog…it’s such a beautiful love.  With those thoughts in mind, I wrote this poem for Jessie our old dog.

 



Title:  "Our Dog Jessie" Poem
 

His golden hair glimmers in the warm, afternoon winter-sun,

He is waiting, waiting, waiting for his very special one.


There seems to be no end to his vigilant gaze

as he watches for his master to grace the stony path maze.


For Jessie is truly a well-loved family member of ours,

He has given us so much love in both good and bad hours.


If only his master knew how adoringly his dog waits,

For the return of his master’s presence, - our dog’s best of mates.

 

Poem © Karen Robinson, July 2016

 

 

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2 of 2 Jessie is patient and diligent with such a longing to see his master’s return at the end of a day – dear old dog – Golden Cocker Spaniel – written and photographed by Karen Robinson jpg.  NB  All images are protected by copyright laws

 

CONCLUSION

Jessie is a good, loyal friend and family member.  He always greets us on our return home with a warm and friendly greeting and a wag of his tail – we are so lucky to have him…

 

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Creative Writing – July 2016 “World Horrors” Poem by Karen Robinson

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People gather in front of a memorial on the Promenade des Anglais, where the truck crashed into the crowd during the Bastille Day celebrations. Photograph: Ian Langsdon/EPA

People gather in front of a memorial on the Promenade des Anglais, where the truck crashed into the crowd during the Bastille Day celebrations. Photograph: Ian Langsdon/EPA

 

INTRODUCTION

I wrote the following poem as a personal response to the dreadful news of the truck attacker in France, whom had killed over 80 people and seriously injured many others, nearly 24 hours after a Bastille Day celebration.  This continual onslaught against innocent men, women and children going about their daily lives – is just devastating.  To all those whom have lost loved ones, my deepest condolences; and to all those experiencing serious injury, may you have a speedy recovery. And to those whom experienced this horror directly, may you find peace as time marches on.

 

MY POEM TITLED “WORLD HORRORS”




It's so dreadfully hard not to be torn down by the daily news.

Reading, listening, seeing the world horrors just gives me the blues.

 

What happened to my understanding of it being a safe 
and wonderful place?

Did it get jarred away by us -- us being the human race?

 

I fear for what my children's children will have to contend with,

as they hear of this once beautiful planet. Was it all just a myth?

 

But I bring myself back to the now and I say,

that I only have the power of me and then I pray

 

not to the gods of man who need belief to exist,

not to the night heavens that continue to persist,

 

but to future generations of us humans at play,

that somehow they will do much better -- better than we have today.


Poem © Karen Robinson, July 2016

 

 

THE “ART OF PEACE” PAINTING – ACRYLIC PAINT ON H.W. PAPER 2014

 

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Image No. 1 – Art & Creative Writing ‘The Art of Peace’ by Karen Robinson – Abstract Artist 20-12-2014 Acrylic Paint on H.W. Paper.  By clicking on the image above, it will lead you to a blog I wrote about my own country’s terrifying and violent siege at the Lindt Chocolate Cafe in Sydney’s Martin Place – Australia.  The above image I created in response to that event and is a representation of our world floating in a sea of darkness.  Written by Karen Robinson NB:  All images are protected by copyright laws.

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CONCLUSION

It’s hard to write here a concluding sentence except just to say that we must have the hope that the human race will find its way…

 

Written by ©Karen Robinson – July 2016

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Creative Writing – June 2016 “I Am Listening…” Poem by Karen Robinson

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Volunteer Speaking at a Road Trauma Awareness Seminar Melbourne Australia with RTSSV - Karen Robinson June 2016

Karen Robinson (me) Volunteer Speaking at a Road Trauma Awareness Seminar Melbourne Australia with Road Trauma Support Services Victoria – Karen Robinson June 2016

 

INTRODUCTION

Last night – Tuesday 14th June, 2016 at RTSSV’sRoad Trauma Awareness Seminar (RTAS) in Werribee as a RTAS Volunteer Speaker, I told my family’s, being husband’s and my daughter’s road trauma story about my son Ben – killed in a single vehicle car crash on the 5th November, 2009. Like many other RTAS volunteer speakers each month across the state of Victoria – Australia for Road Trauma Support Services Victoria (RTSSV), we share with repeat road traffic offenders our road trauma stories, in the hope that repeat road traffic offenders gain a greater understanding about how risky driver behaviour is deadly. That it only takes one careless action as a driver to cause death and serious injury which in turn can leave behind, a devastating ripple effect.

Talking to and with these RTAS participants about their risky driver behaviour, once again reaffirmed the importance of the volunteer work that we do. Sure, it’s not easy and sure why do it all – might be your question. But when I hear, like many other volunteers hear, what participants say at the end of the Road Trauma Awareness Seminars: about what they have learned in regard to road safety and road trauma; about what they had never understood beforehand about the ripple effect impact of road trauma on family, friends, workmates and the wider community; and about how hearing our personal road trauma stories, has got them re-thinking about their own risky driver behaviour – it becomes apparent that it is a very worthwhile task and for me is the hardest thing I do.

 

POEM INSPIRATION

I found myself wanting to write, needing to write and I wrote this short poem about my feelings relating to this week’s Road Trauma Awareness Seminar Volunteer speaking experience.  This is what I wrote…

 

Title:  “I Am Listening…” Prose Poem

 



Here I am, again, listening to their reasons why

and as I hear, I cannot help but sigh!

 


They talk about the daily risks they take

and my calm facial expression is all a fake

 


for I know if they continue on in this vein,

their lives will not be blessed by the ordained.

 


Their loved ones will end up mourning their loss

for their risk-taking comes at a massive cost.

 


The tears, heartache and emptiness of soul

will leave their loved ones with this only role.

 


And as for me, I am already there -

left without my son and left with great despair.



Prose Poem ©Karen Robinson, June 2016

 

 

 

CONCLUSION

Writing this poem helped me process my feelings and thoughts about what I heard, saw and experienced during my RTAS volunteer speaking this week.  At this particular RTA Seminar there was another whom had experienced the loss of a loved one through road trauma and he hadn’t spoken about his loss for over 20 years…  It was very sad and demonstrated just how important it is to reach out and share our feelings, thoughts and emotions in order to maintain a healthy sense of well-being.  My creative writing and art practice gives me a way to maintain my well-being and has become an important way for me to continue on moving forward with my post-traumatic growth journey.

 

Written by © Karen Robinson – June 2016

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