Promotional outtake, hope not to spill the honey
You might have seen from the previous post that my poetry book was published and is now available in Paperback and Kindle! I will share what will appear on the back cover of the paperback book.
Jade Nicole Beals is an author and yoga teacher living in Massachusetts.
A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame explores in poems what keeps the heart\’s flame burning and vibrantly alive when met with change that stuns and spiritual bliss and insight. Ranging in subject from the renewal of oneself, the painter Van Gogh, the night sky, and the ocean, these poems with their intuitive rhyme and rhythm are eager to be read aloud and as words on paper. In their sensual and often playful lyricism, they express the honey that sweetens passion, loss, and desire.
And again, these poems are not explicit in any way and are not inappropriate for readers under eighteen.
Reading these poems aloud inspired me to create an audio version, something I have not done before, and as you know that project is in steady progress.
I also want to mention that this is the first time I\’ve written two poems that specifically go together such as these, that the second responds to the first. They are \”Bright As The Hills (A Painter\’s Confession)” and \”Out of the Portrait.\” They are spaced out in the book, but you will see how \”Out of the Portrait\” written later (by eight years) responds to \”Bright As The Hills (A Painter\’s Confession)\” and includes echoing words to link the two poems.
Now I will share a poem from A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame, which is on page 52 of the paperback book. I wrote this inspired by the life of Van Gogh, and I wrote it before the Van Gogh craze started this year. 😉
Lone Van Gogh
doting, scent of jasmine
breezing through weightless lungs,
A soft-eyed, lovely,
shadowy woman, Glasina
is juxtaposed with a grim-lipped minister near a stark
“How do I go?”
The long ago, “No, nay, never”
swirling into heavy white paint,
the stooped over father
at his son
who is peering into the twilit house
she must go, has gone.
Then the green grew, overtook him, enclosing him.
Lone Van Gogh
in Arles, olive trees untouched,
leaves barely crumbling,
yellow, blue, mauve–
as if on the other side of a clear lake
(lungs above water)
at the greening earth seeing
the revolver long silent
his once blasted chest.
and rose above them.
The two of them saying,
(again and again)
“This, too, must be, shall be mended.”
Jade Nicole Beals
These are the titles of all the poems in the book in the order they appear. The book will include the page number beside each title. And as you may have guessed, About The Author at the end is not a poem title. 🙂
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Nature Knows No Walls
A Kind of Knowing
The Time I Landed Until I Lifted
Bright As The Hills (A Painter’s Confession)
Some People Want Fresh Things
If You Saw A Wildflower
Ode to Creativity
Angel Statue At The Sanctuary
Out of the Portrait
Sometimes I Spin
Grandmother Has Gone
Thinking Spring in January
Crown of Stars
Where We Stand
From New York To Texas
For A Returning Friend
A Place To Meet Sea And Foam
For A Fairy Fallen From A Tree
Tea On My Birthday
A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame
About The Author
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