The Return Brings Light At The End

"Hello."

"Did you miss me?"

"I know it has been so long."

"Don't worry though...I am back. I just had to handle life's unsolvable Rubik's cube."

Yes, I went away for a bit, both literally and figuratively.  I took a trip in August right after my last post on this blog.  I travelled overseas to London and Paris. It was an amazing experience and I even started a new blog about it, http://gypsywriteradventures.blogspot.com/, if you would like to read.  As so often happens though when you take two weeks off; you end up playing catch up for your daily life. It was a time that was busy also with major work meetings and obligations followed by personal hurdles and walls that prevented entrance of creativity.

However, today is National Poetry Day. For a writer, and especially one that writes a lot of poetry, this is truly a holiday that must be observed.  In this observation I am posting here a poem.  In addition, I am following the theme that was prompted by @PoetrydayUK on twitter, which was "Light." I hope you enjoy and there will be another new post next week. I am once again clearing out the cobwebs of my mind and writing, writing, writing.

The Doll Has Taken The Stage

I step onto the stage

The lights so bright

I can’t see you

But I know you are there

My outfit ideal

Pink tutu full, hair pulled back tight, and toes pointed

I get into position

I wait for the cue

I wait for the music to begin its slow rhythm

The first sounds float through the air

I try to move my head in turn to the music

But can not turn or stir

Instead I feel a tug

And my leg goes out

Toes pointed rigid

I feel another tug and my arms rise

And then slowly my head looks up

And I rise on my toes

Spinning round and round

Yet trying to peak

And see your face

Are you delighted?

Do you see me perform for you?

The music picks up pace as I spin

Until finally out of breath

And feeling like I can go no more

I feel the rhythm in my heartbeats

In time to the sounds begin to slow

And I feel another tug

This time I feel my arms raise over my head

And then back down

As I step lightly to the side

So swift, so cute

I can feel the heat from the lights overhead

Their brightness making it impossible

To see the beautiful faces of the audience

Or the one in the crowd

Who I yearn to see

My one light I always want

Shining on me

Finally the music stops

And everyone takes a bow

And feeling another tug

I move to the center of the stage

And pirouette in style

Amid clapping and brava

Finally I see the curtain begin its descent

Until I alone am on the stage

Picturing the other side

I feel arms wrap around me

And lift me up

I am placed on a bed

My hands crossed at my chest

And just as I look up

Into the face of the man

His eyes so dark

His face so intense

My heart beats wildly

Wanting to reach up

Unable to move

Panic setting in

Until I see him put the strings

He tied onto my back on top of my head

And the last sight I see

Before the darkness took hold

Was the lights of the stage

Screaming “The End!”