My Latest Poetry Book—A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame

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(Mar. 2021)

I wrote this poetry from a place of passion and vibrancy; I’ve found this way of being can sweeten even sad things.

From The Back Cover:

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.

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Two poems in the book go together. 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.

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I wrote this poem in the book inspired by the life of Van Gogh, and I wrote it before the Van Gogh craze started this year. 🙂

This Too

Lone Van Gogh 
doting, scent of jasmine  
breezing through weightless lungs,
never drying.  
A soft-eyed, lovely, 
shadowy woman, Glasina 
is juxtaposed 
with a grim-lipped minister near a stark white armoire, 
crumbling, speckled, 
(never.) 
“How do I go?”  
The long ago, “No, nay, never”   
swirling into heavy white paint,   
the stooped over father  
looking down at his son  
who is peering into the twilit house 

saying, gone, 
she must go, has gone.  

Then the green grew, 
overtook him, enclosing him.   
Lone Van Gogh 
in Arles, olive trees untouched,  
lungs weightless, 
leaves barely crumbling,  

yellow, blue, mauve–  
somewhere looking 
as if on the other side of a clear lake 
(lungs above water)  
at the greening earth seeing 
beyond blood  
the revolver long silent  
his once blasted chest.  

She shed the river reeds  
and rose above them.   
The two of them saying,   
(again and again)  
“This, too,  
must be, shall be mended.” 
—Jade Nicole Beals 

(2021)

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