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CicelyRobinLaing©2015

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I’ve been out circling the sun again…

Time has warped and I’ve returned aged and worn…

Re-entry has left me shaky… weak in the knees…

I remember where I belong… but I am torn…

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The stars call to me… they speak of mystery and joy…

My soul travels on space dust… and suns reborn…

But my home base needs me… feeds me… tethers me…

Earth bound, alive… with heavy gravity it’s borne…

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Responsibility calls…  staking me to the ground…

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter … my children forlorn…

I am here now… I do cherish them, caring for all…

But at night… I gaze at the skies and mourn….

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The sun has been circling round again…

Space is warped and I am as time will adorn…

In stolen moments I break beyond the atmosphere…

Traveling in stories… my mind breaking gravity’s scorn…

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I have been gone from this place for a while. Life has kept me busy with all the full gravity of parenting and the daily chores of staying alive. Somehow, whenever I come back to this blog, after being away for awhile, I feel like I owe some sort of explanation or apology. But what can I say… I am a human being who sways with the wind. Sometimes it lays me flat, sometimes I can stand tall, most of the time I just curve with its twists and turns, waiting for a calm.

I have not stopped telling my stories… I have been writing, drawing and mostly been sharing my weird form of story telling in improvised performances. I can not always keep up with all the forms of expression I like. Productivity requires a quiet space… and that is in short supply. Life has become a tornado… I am still waiting for the calm.  I doubt it will come…

So, I am back here to give the National Poetry Writing Month thing a try… as crazy busy as I am… I hope to post something every day… Those of you who know what I have been going through, will know how crazy this idea is… But success can’t come if I don’t flirt a bit with failure… I invite you to come along for the ride… 

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When re-entry comes again…
And I feel the atmospheric burn…
Death will hold no fear for me…
I have already lived a long full turn…

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Images and words all original by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

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