A New Kind of Down: The Breath & Bones of a Writer (a book review)

I am not normally known for doing book reviews as you all know, but every now and then when I actually find the time to read one from cover to cover without wanting to set it down and walk away, then the time is prime for a review. I ordered Tremaine’s book on Amazon a few weeks ago and have now gone through it not once but twice. I was already familiar with Tre (as she’s known over at her blog which can be found at https://simplesoulsister.com) and her writing, and of course her tales of life with her cute little dog Jernee over at her other blog https://ajerneeofsurprises.wordpress.com and as a fellow dog lover I am often tickled by the antics of her “globe eyed little monster” and have become a dedicated follower of her blogs. This is the first book I’ve purchased by Tre and let me say, I have no regrets what-so-ever. Opening my mailbox to find the brown envelope from Amazon was only the first happy point of receiving it, and upon further inspection as I sat down with my coffee, gazing at the peaceful image on the cover and reading the bio on the back, I couldn’t wait to dive right in. I did not put it down once. This is her third book and not having read the other two (yet) I can’t do a comparason but I know for me, third time’s a charm and trust me, I was charmed.

I can tell that this book was a labor of love and it shows. While reading it, I felt as if I was peering into her heart with each word she wrote, and it often took me back in time to that of my own life, remembering my younger days and the emotion and passion that slipped into each relationship, failed or otherwise that was a lesson in and of itself. The pain spelled out like a story of love held me captivated from beginning to the end, always hoping in my way for the starry happy outcome, I was left cheering her on to bigger, better and amazing things for her future. The poem “Realizing Reality” was exceptional (page 7) and Get High (Get Gone) was a sultry little piece that made me smile. Without a Doubt (page 40) was another piece that flowed splendidly and spoke to my soul, reminding me of me when I was in my youth, the longing of love and the way she writes it out, is almost as if she’s speaking directly to you, reminding you of the feelings of life and love that we all at one time or another have felt. It’s not often that a writer can slip you into their world so effortlessly and taking you along on the journey with them. There were so many pieces here filled with such brutal truth and deep substance that I could go on and on but I leave you to grab your copy and judge for yourself. I wouldn’t want to give away all the goods but this, this is the essence to me. The one sentence from Fool for it all, Including You sums up my favorite phrase: “We are in Amazement. Standing among greats in a tiny space, Searching for gems. I rely on the Sanity of love’s Grasp in the middle of time and space….and here, I always seem to find it.”     In her writing, I found a place, a space where the heart lives and breathes.

Her writing in this book is a compilation of free verse, quatrains, haiku and flash fiction. with each piece so unique and beautifully written from the heart. I can tell time was taken with this book, the flow of it and the rise and fall like the tides of the heart, like a beat or pulse in each piece, bringing it to life with her touch. I honor this book and the soul that wrote it, knowing it will be kept on the special shelf in my blue room which houses the sacred books that touch me. This book was published and available through Lulu and is also available on Amazon (links below) and I believe at Barnes and Noble. I highly recommend Tremaines book and know that if you grab a copy, you too will feel the passion of love and loss stir in your soul…and perhaps like it was for me, a heavy sigh as the last page finished and a feeling of leaving me longing for more, even if just a page or two or ten.

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kind-Down-Breath-Writer/dp/1365849945/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1495115438&sr=8-1&keywords=books+by+Tremaine+Loadholt

http://www.lulu.com/shop/tremaine-loadholt/a-new-kind-of-down-the-breath-bones-of-a-writer/ebook/product-23129241.html

Rating: Five out of five stars

Higher Love (a duet)

Slipping through,
Behind me I sense you
A daily taunt, a tease…
As the tides rise at your command
I watch smitten…..

When today decides to marry
A new day, a dark veil descends
I relay, rather, reflect
The best you choose to give
The light, from your form
Brings me to their attention
Hides my darkness
As I orbit around their home…

I wake from a moving slumber
Feeling your cold cool loveliness caress
As you cover me like a glowing glove
My blush rises from behind
Radiating the warmth
As I burn through this space
Glancing as I watch you
Proud and silently slipping away….

… Slipping away,
Or so it seems, to them
For departing, means arriving
On the opposite side
Of this terrestrial plain
Time consciousness on infinity,
Never missing a beat, consistently
Gracing us with that light you,
In the simplest form,
Shine persistently.

I wait for you
Like a reflection in the mirror
I know you are there
Essences of my favorite shades,
We work the line
Invisible and steady
Knowing the cord reaches unseen
I am tied to you
And you to me
Eternally.

My friend and fellow blogger Michael from Original Dante and I have come together to create a cosmic love duet between the sun and the moon. As the timing is right, the full moon hanging about often this week in the presence of the sun, we were delighted to find the words that just seemed to be flowing perfectly. We have similar styles and I am so excited to have been able to create with a poet who I’ve always considered a master at his craft. I began the poem with Michaels verse to follow, etc…. Please stop by Michaels site and say hello, have a look around and enjoy his impressive writing.

https://originaldante.wordpress.com

 

Dusted off

We shake it off, the cobwebs and dust of dreams

silently rolling in their hushed selves beneath afternoon naps

the prints of a thousand bunnies lingering,

bits and pieces and hairs brought to order

natures cast off voodoo dolls run rampant

dwelling in the corner-space of the post

where I left my mind momentarily

like an old piece of chewing gum.

I had forgotten where it was that I had left it

as I moved away the brick-a-brack to find

the goals that were sifted away unknowingly by time.

I feel the grittiness beneath these worn and calloused bare toes

tripping through the dark in the heart of midnight,

and while standing below the clouds beyond the door

I heard the voice gently chide

knowing it is indeed the time to move forward

and attach the message to the letter sent

to the universe.

Shake it off, these dust bunnies of thought

with the purple feather sweep away

and dive into the depths of fear to know

the path has been found once more,

and as the sage who came by post to find me,

she had spoken to my heart and I heard the sound

of laughter on the wind,

come child lets begin

and in picking up the pen,

dipped in the ink of a thousand thoughts

the page blank before beckons me,

the time is now

and there is NO turning back.

Upon receipt of an amazing piece of work from my beautiful friend Tre, her latest book has found me now all charged up and ready to set that goal of publishing my own first book. What a gift, for a friend to inspire unknowingly and in shaking off the dust after my afternoon nap, tripping on dust bunnies and finding a laugh, the time IS now. Not later, not soon, but now 🙂  A book review will be coming soon for A New Kind of Down: The Breath & Bones of a Writer by Tremaine Loadholt.

 

 

Of the sea and sand

We leave imprints in the sand of hearts,

friends and days filled to overflowing

moments shared for just a small bit of time

just enough to cement the bond

of smiles and laughter

understanding and kinship.

We live by the sea that flows like a thousand days

passing us by often too quickly,

capturing snippets of a memory to carry

along for the ride through the skies.

You can only gather so much

hands in a frenzy to take in each piece of beauty,

and a page of each lesson learned,

every new color embossed upon our thoughts.

The Opera Rose who speaks to all,

and a pastel water filled world unfolding,

a word or thought,

a sigh or smile,

it all means so much when brought together

and embraced like a wildflower that thrives

in the direst of circumstance,

and we never question what happens,

why certain people we encounter just surface at that right time,

like mermaids and the mighty octopi of the depths,

mysterious yet embraced because we know

in the deep of trust we find the good,

we sit mesmerized by the gifts life gives

as it indeed knows just what is needed

at those times when souls collide

like a thousand stars in skies beyond our view,

we embrace the finite of the here and now

knowing tomorrow is just another day

unlike any before or any that will follow,

an emptiness will linger

as we empty our cups of used colour,

we are humbled to leave our prints,

allowing them to be washed away as the moon rises

and another night departs,

our thoughts remain stoic and strong

knowing where there are friends within

we will rise to the surface to find

a golden sun setting

or an almost full moon rising

to bookend the time

between yesterday and tomorrow.

Thinking of a beautiful soul I met this Spring, who filled my day with a light happy calm and a smile to light up any moment, may the ride home be calm and peaceful and your days be full until your return, and always know that you’ve enriched my life as no one else will ever do. To Seattle Sue ❤ Peace and blessings, and a special shout out to Angie ’cause I know you’re reading this. No comments needed my beautiful friend, just happy you’re a big part in my little piece of this universe ❤ to friends ❤ priceless.

 

Gently we go

Into the memory bank to make a withdrawal,

gently we go into our days remembering

as an image comes to mind,

when things are broken we need to gather

the proper tools of love to fix the pieces.

Holding carefully we examine the thought,

swept through this waking dream we conjure

the invisible lines that separate us from now to then,

retracing the steps through magical realms

and revisiting the sacred spaces of our youth.

We affix the pieces together like a puzzle,

knowing just where to place each one

to complete the image just so,

we smile in our perfect innocence

and turn the page to find

the next adventure.

Why this image brought me forth

from a mid morning daydream of bears and special places,

of doing the best to mend,

and as my finger traces I go back to the days

of reading such sheer magic,

a gift from someone,

but pencil images in hard covered volumes,

fill a mind with wonder

at the simple things

that gave a smile.

Our pup Apple was a bit gimpy yesterday and although we made it through our morning walk this morning, she is having her moments of limping and quite clingy, following me everywhere through the house. I remembered this picture and pulled it up on-line, how I wish I had a magical wand to make her leg return back to her normal marching gait, but for now she will sit beside me in slumber, resting against me as she has her doggie dreams where she chases the varmints like a young girl again. Peace and a lovely Tuesday my friends.

And we fly

We never knew how except in our thoughts,

how to step into that place filled with hope and light,

yet we knew the magic was in there

and oh, how we searched high and low

not sure exactly what it was we were seeking,

just that we knew that somehow it was real.

The happiness and joy of our yesterdays

floating our love like balloons on strings

watching as it tagged along wherever we went

and being dismayed when we found it had escaped.

But the best kind wasn’t tethered,

wasn’t held tightly,

but set free to follow when it was ready,

but even then it didn’t follow

and we looked high and then low

wondering what has happened,

where has it gone?

Then one day we peered into the looking-glass

and find to our surprise,

it was always there, not following

but a part of

a piece of our beings that shone so strong

and we wanted to lock it up lest it hide away again

and as we tried we saw the light dim

for it didn’t want to be hidden

and it didn’t want to be held down and kept like a dog on a leash

and so we uncovered it

we showed it to everyone with each smile we gave

and we shared it with others

because as that happened,

it began to shine even brighter

almost blinding us and that joy,

that laughter and happiness overcame us

and we knew then that as long as we kept doing this,

it would keep rising higher and higher

and it was carrying us along with it

and we flew so high

with no fear anymore of letting go what was our true nature,

for we now knew the magic

and we soared.

awesome image taken by my friend Steve at a balloon fest somewhere in NY ❤

The bliss of Sara

Moonlit skies in forever dreams

Filter in between the seams

Of lovers tales and beauty spun

On hanging moons

Nestled high above.

She calls to fruition the heavens light

And moves in shadows on darkest nights

To find the peace just resting there

And glides on the image in loving care

Under summer skies and spells of this

The perfect image,

Is Saras bliss.

Conjured of a single wish

She sends the strength, the heart, the kiss

To this earthen place she calls her own

Her journey complete

She’s finally home.

An image taken of the moon and its reflection in a magical place, Sara Smith photos her landscape and the love shines through in a quiet magic.

In between thought

“Soon you will see me ’cause I’ll be all around you
But where I come from I can’t tell,
But don’t be alarmed by my fields and my forests
They’re here for only you to share.
Cause here there’s lot of room for doing
The things you’ve always been denied
So look and gather all you want to
There’s no one here to stop you trying.
Watching and waiting
For someone to understand me
I hope it won’t be very long.” Hayward/Thomas

I am here in this place,
in between thought and saving grace
as the sun settles down
upon the remains of the day
and in darkness I become
one with shadows.
I have become this pattern of peace
dappled in shades of night and morning
whisked away on an endless dream
content to know
out there somewhere the star sits
waiting for moon to balance
the edges with light.
I breathe in cooler air
where once there was the fiery heat
now comfortable like a quiet stream
that speaks to me in a memory
but you are here now
and I will join soon
eyes closed and filled with calm,
free of sadness,
free of the bounds of gravity
Flying high in a state of mind
calm.

As the time for sleep draws near, I find myself in a very good place, calm, clear, collected and steady in breath….content, yeah, thats the word, content. My mind has been on a jukebox playlist all day, Billie Holiday all the way to playing air guitar in the car to AC/DC! rock and roll aint noise polution…..i think i scared the dude at the red light next to me, but leave off with one of my Moody Blues faves….youtube it if you desire, sing along with me and feel the calm wash over.
peace and blessings my friends,
goodnight, K

Sweetness of life

Her words flow through me like syrup

falling over my soul

sticking to my thoughts in sweet sugar goodness

filling my mind

with joy.

Amber rich movement

slow and steady flow

sliding down to hit their mark

satisfaction topped smile.

Pure and thick I can hear the emotion

as only the lady can say

and I reach out roots into the depths

tapping the beauty of soul

that she is,

pouring her heart to the world

in sweet movements,

drop by precious drop

of love.

How sweet the gift

This life. How it does have its many tendencies to give its gifts, to amaze, to inspire, and this list keeps growing daily. I heard a man ask the other morning as we walked by if we had seen the fox. He stood at the end of his driveway staring from where it was that we had just come from. “Nope, no fox” and we kept moving as he kept staring, expecting perhaps that the fox would come back. Now back where we lived before here, fox were a regular occurrence, and I guess there’s no reason they wouldn’t be down here also. Walking with two unruly leashed hounds I’m sure might have scared it off to god knows where, but I had no desire to get the beasts on the scent of a fox. I didn’t give it much thought after that but then today I saw an image on another friends page. It was whimsical and made me smile. It was brightly colored and a change of pace from his normal and it filled my heart with joy. It brought to mind the fox, which of course with the way my head works, took me into the book of The Little Prince. Now I love this book. I adore this book and always have, ever since I was a child. It made me write, it inspired me, and even today I pulled my copy down to have a quick look-see. It made me think of the people here in my world. How what is essential is invisible to the eye. Each one of you are a piece in my life. Each with a gift, whether you know it or not, you give me a gift each day. I don’t see you per se and have no idea what most of you even look like, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not essential after all.

What is essential that  you create from your souls. You give your gifts to the world and when most needed, we open the mailbox and see words of encouragement, words of love, words of pain and most of all, pieces of yourself. I am thrilled with the new things I find here each day, with how you inspire me, make me sad, make me happy and in general fill the place in my life with so much beauty that words could never describe it. I sit here with my heart so full, so glad that I have you in my life. You have tamed my heart in ways that nothing else could. You are my gift from the universe, so a big shout out to each one of you, my perfect roses, unlike any other. God, so very blessed indeed.

Peace, love and if you’ve never read it, pick up a copy. Written by Antoine de Saint Expery.