Ugh, Nothing good as a title.... sowwy
{The wonderful portrait of Belatrix is courtesy of Jessica OyhenHeart aka tattereddreams. The art itself has no meaning to the post, but it's green and it deserves to be shown.}
Saturday proved to be disastrous as I was battling a virus. It struck me hard on the head on Friday night with a pounding headache and then by 1 am it turned to 101 degree fever. By that time all my senses blended in a symphony of pain. My nose was stuffed and I had the sensation I had concrete inside. Water tasted like bitter toxic and my head contained the explosions of several nuclear war heads, which then decided to implode. So I was able to recover right now, Sunday, which by the way is Easter by the Orthodox Christian church. So Happy Easter Day from me, finally. The news said that there hasn’t been such great of a distance between the Orthodox and Catholic churches on when Easter is.
Anyways today proved to be very productive on several notes. First I changed my template on my Blogger account. I like green, but well I wanted something darker and more individual. So after I spent an hour searching for the new look and another two applying it and fixing my columns since they were lost in the process, I squealed in delight and targeted the next blog aka Temple Library Reviews, which by the way has a more ancient look. The template is basically a design of a parchment with cool ornamentation and it’s golden and amber and somewhere in between.
I am not planning on writing fiction, procrastination feels too good right now, but I did write some poetry to ease back the transition of not writing to writing. Here is my newest and hopefully well written.
Ballerina's Plea
I beseach you; can you see me,
the forgotten blank spot of porcelain,
choking on dust of years gone past,
ignorance layering, erasing my features.
I beseach you; extend your hand,
hear my plea and grant me freedom,
weave your magic above Avalon's lake,
where dragonflies glide.
I beseach you; break me to pieces
grind me fine crystal dust
and turn me to liquid earth
in the sun's pulsing heart.
I beseach you; lay my aching body
in iridiscent waterfalls,
let colors drip and soak,
until I'm new, different, reborn.
I beseach you, cool my fever
with curling caress of your breath
and put me ina silver frame
for I'm now potrait in tinted glass.