A Slow Fade

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You probably haven’t noticed but many of my readers have done a slow fade. A slow fade is when a reader, is very much involved, but then gradually fades away, never to be seen again. 

Part of this is certainly natural, as our world changes, blogs change, people change. But many have migrated to social media, leaving WordPress far behind.

And unfortunately, I believe my blog is being manipulated in horrible ways. Because of that I’m losing interest. 

The weirdest thing is when someone comes to my site, and then I follow them – many disappear in a flash. What???

Being a very positive person, I have ignored it, and pushed through it for a long time.

I really enjoy writing, and I love where my poems are now, and where they are heading.

Lately though, blogging has not been as much fun. Perhaps I’ve even been depressed, and that’s unusual for me.

My latest poem published, “In the Dakota Winds” is certainly the darkest poem I have ever written. This bothers me a great deal. I don’t want negativity in my spirit.

I write all of this because I am considering doing a slow fade, or retiring altogether.

I ask for your prayers and positive thoughts.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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In the Dakota Winds

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When he noticed another blood stain on his baseball cap (the navy blue)

he decided the only answer lay within, the Dakota winds,

it was the perfect rage of snow and ice really,

covering him completely

until he was a piece of stone,

a sweet blending

of his bones, into

the earth.

And his spirit runs

free now.

Some say, he’s still there

until this very day, especially

in the storms.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Hidden Treasure

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Did you know that I used to write fiction and it’s still posted here? Yep, I have a number of different stories, and series of fiction, and you can find them right here!

I loved writing about First Nations people, (Native Americans). Native American culture still sings to me, only not as strong as it used to. And I wrote in a historical sense, often pondering what it may have been like before the desolation.

I also enjoyed coming up with names for the characters, such as Cricket in the Meadow, Thunder Speaking, Two Wolves, and Sky.

Here is a sample from a series called, The Lost Son:

“Cricket in the Meadow prayed all night that night. She sensed the young man was in great danger, and she was unable to rest. She stepped outside several times to look at the night sky, and was amazed at how many stars she could see.

As she looked around the village, she saw other fires lit brightly within their lodges. Other people were awake too, moving around, no doubt praying as well. Among them was the lodge of Holds the Fire.

She had tears well up in her eyes then, so she closed them, and she prayed for healing…… for their family…..”

So how do you find this treasure? Go to the menu on my webpage (top right), and search using a few words, including the names listed above.

In the future I’ll share about my longest running fiction series, The Last People on Planet Earth, a sci-fi adventure, and love story.

    

Writing, Fiction © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Image  Apache Dancer from Indian Country Today Media Network