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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A Fresh Vision

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As the sun rises within us – our spirit awakens, and a poem

becomes alive, a fresh vision of words set to music,

a flooding of light

as we rub our eyes,

suddenly desperate

for a pen.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Thoughts About the Left

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We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:

I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.

We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.

I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.

At least that’s my opinion.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies