Season slips

She slips in slowly unannounced

passing through the veil from yesterday to today

through a haze of summer heat stretching

into the distance like a breath held

then released into nothingness.

June sheds her garments as jealous July breaks free

born of all before she stands

beneath the sun that waits for her moment so close

for a momentary eclipse when the new month steals the thunder,

we wait for days that will not come again

in our lifetimes we watch the shedding of seasons,

colors entwined with the time they have,

jasmine ends her cycle and reaches out her tentacles

trying to hold on,

to anchor and remain for just a bit longer

and our thoughts grow tired much quicker

as the heat of a noon day gather particles

and the skies swell pregnant with the daily darkness

clouds hanging, waiting for their moment of release

to let the torrent flow

as the thunder in the distance heralds the arrival,

we fan our damp faces and breathe the thickness in

eager for any change

the day can afford to spare.

Photo: Robert Eickholt Art Glass Paperweight IRIDESCENT “VEIL” EGG WATER FOUNTAIN SPRAY

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

On shooting stars, a grand moon and a farewell (ode to Ajaytao)

The brightest light is always
The one most missed when not in sight,
This splendid moon came marking
It’s tribute to a gift
To the blogging world.
Many honor the beauty
Many post the softness of a rose,
Some call out hello my dear
And smiles appear to know he is aware,
The stars shoot across the sky,
More beauty to behold
For those who see
The tiny gleam of a light
Moving so very fast,
Leaving you to wonder
If it were ever really there at all.
Below this sky
A garden grows,
For those not blessed with the ability
To walk out and see them in a yard,
There was a man
Who gifted this world
With images and beauty
Many may have never seen.
I will miss the kindest words
I will miss the smiles of his friends captured
And shared,
I will miss one of my first followers
Who has left for higher purposes,
To shine his light like a star
Into the night sky,
And with a twinkle and perhaps a wink,
He will move on
Leaving a legacy in his wake
Of undying beauty,
Of happier blooms now sitting wilted and waiting
For his gentle touch to return.
Goodbye friend,
Thank you.

Thoughts on a beautiful gift now gone from Ajaytao, my dear you will be missed.