The past couple of weeks have been filled with more family business and a bit of exhaustion. However, I am in the process of researching some issues that are necessary for installment #9 (which may spill into other installments) of Continual Resort, so I am taking my time with the story, although I am excited about having the next part published. I have been thinking about possibly ending published posts at installment #10 or maybe #12, but I’m not sure. I would like to compile all of the installments into a book (probably an ebook for my first time), but I feel that I may be able to add more to it to compose an actual novel or maybe a ‘novelette’, so once I get to the 10th or 12th installment, I will be finishing the story privately until I am ready to either give it away or sell it. I am aware that this may be a rather slow process as I have a lot to learn about self-publishing etc., so any tips that you guys have for me will be greatly appreciated. This process may take quite a while, but I am so excited about making a new move – YAY!
I am also in the process of stocking up on books for this fall (in ebook form or otherwise) from some folks that I follow and who follow me that I am very anxious to take in the stories that they have published. I have already purchased ‘Pathways to Illumination’ by ChristyB at poeticparfait.com – can we say AWESOME??? I also intend to enjoy a novel called ‘The Eyedancers’ in which the first three chapters can be found on the blog which has the same name. Those first chapters truly held me captive and I cannot wait to get the book – this story is so intriguingly suspense filled and wonderful! Among others intended, I also contemplate the purchase of Kellie Elmore’s ‘Magic in the Backyard’ as well as every other book that she has written – naturally!
I intend to thoroughly enjoy the fall months with these works among others, and hopefully one day you will all be able to do the same with mine in due time.
I didn’t add links to the bloggers that I mentioned because I have not yet asked for permission despite the fact that I truly love going to their spaces and indulging in what they have to say and offer. Also, due to my slow technical abilities, I will need to take some allotted time out to get this all done in one post – hopefully on installment #9 of Continual Resort.
Until then, please go and check these extremely talented writers out – you will be well pleased.
For now, I have written a poem that features colors. I guess this piece is derived from the slew of weirdness that I have experienced over the previous months although things are really peaceful now and have been for a while – hence – the weirdness.
Hope you enjoy! ❤
Shades of Self
On days when my sun beams shadows , I find a Dogwood tree
To find shelter and protection from fearful black rays
Then, night falls and my moon emits a dingy cream spotlight held solely on me
I cannot veer from it, for it menacingly stays
Milky blades of navy grass lay helpless under my feet
Refusing to be the hue that they should be
Nothing is as it was; deliberate, light, and sweet
It seems long forgotten when true colors I could see
Discernment has become impossibility…
Temporarily; until I flee…
From confusing woes and heavy lows
But I shall not remain there
Giving in is not an option behind tangerine dripping blows
That strike as charcoal lines of lightening, sending me on a tear
Pain or pressure, I cannot evenly tell
Which of them laugh at me the most
But I fought back until my brown eyes welled
With tears of wrath, til pink dust flew up as a ghost
Knowing the difference escaped me for a while…
Until intolerance for what beset became vomit-green vile…
The smoke soon cleared, but my skin turned grey
The golden needle of my inner compass failed
Refusing to show me the way
“You – you are a damned liar!” I mutt-brown wailed.
Even though I shouted from a hidden place
Knees shaking, voice in a quiver
Yellow uncertainty covered my face
Still…white, smoldering determination lulled me thither
To that glowing gateway that always stands
Guiding me back to myself
Into the midst of bright familiar lands
To own transparent peace is to have true wealth
Apparently I had been heard
From a murky place somewhere outside
Of myself, for this place reversed my words
The royal violet gateway opened; I no longer needed to hide
Discernment is now a possibility…
I can see clearer this stoic tree…
My shelter now stands alone
Temporarily empty inside and underneath
I have left it and am gone
Away and up out of the depths of the neon indigo heath
Confusion filled woes are replaced
With exactness of what is – as I am
Accepting the imperfections of my space
Releasing my glass-like ethereal dam
My sun beams now, brightly
My moon discreetly does the same
I take not the palette of life lightly
Discernment left briefly, but the aura of strength timely came
The colors don’t really matter much
Unless you take heed
To the revelations and such
That make our hearts bleed
There is a shelter for anyone to run inside
We choose our own locations
We either sink or ride
The waves of our own reservations
In what shade does your sun shine most
Does your night tell all?
Is the color of your strength a protection post…
Lest you fall?
Thanks for reading! 🙂
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