Last year at this time, I was preparing for my Grandpa Doc’s funeral. The last time I saw him, he had asked me, yet again, when I was going to publish a book of poetry. I assured him I was still working on the collection, and I couldn’t wait for him to get his hands on a copy. He sent me the kindest notes after reading the poems I was sharing on my blog at the time. When one of my poems, inspired by my love for him, Absence of You, went viral last year, I knew it had to be included in my collection. I know Grandpa is watching over me and is smiling down on me right now, seeing the release of my collection, Absence of You. This is a book for anyone who has ever fallen in love, had a broken heart, or even given love another chance. Thanks to all of my readers on my author page who have been writing to me for the past two years asking for this book. While you might recognize a few poems, there are nearly sixty brand new poems for you to enjoy. The ebook is priced at only $0.99 because I want everyone to be able to download a copy to their smartphone or device. Here are all of the links to purchase Absence of You, including one if you’d like to order an autographed copy:
Thanks to all for the love and support-(even if you’re just happy dancing with me)! God bless and love to you all! XO ~Sarah
cotton mixes with blue,
urging me to offer up
humble thanks to you.
The shapes, the hues, tiny shells
each detail speaks to me.
Standing in your portrait,
I begin again.
You brush the waves across the sand
and gently touch my face,
with a wind so soft, but awakening
and leaving in its trace
The need to rid myself of words
held dormant in a heavy soul.
In awe of you, hope sparks within,
running from head to toe.
Inside a breathing portrait
you’ve left me in a state.
I have to try to share this sensation,
To live, be bold, create.
I’ll proclaim your love,
I’ll tell a story
of a girl who I once knew.
She covered her ears when you spoke to her,
too stubborn to believe the truth.
She’d lost her way,
She wouldn’t let you near.
But the rescuer, you held on tight
as she danced in the dark for years.
Tried and tested
she fell and fell again,
but you were always there.
Yet words don’t suffice to try to explain
a love to which nothing compares.
You are the one,
the only one,
who could communicate these emotions.
No words are needed; your portrait conveys it,
you use the sky, the sand, the oceans.
So I’ll walk away,
humble, yet brimming
with these words I must put to paper.
I’ll probably fail, but I’ll try to express it,
the awesomeness of our creator.
The ocean roars, reaching my ears
with the promise of a home up above.
Sand on my feet, sun on my skin,
I’m filled with gratitude for your love.
It’s time to go, words to write,
a purpose you’ve given to me.
I’ve been standing in your portrait,
I’ll begin again.
Won’t you whisper the words my soul needs to hear?
Put everything aside,
and come near.
Tell me I’m yours
like you did years ago
when you cautioned, protected
if someone came too close.
Tell me I’m pretty
there’s no one but me.
It’s petty, I know it
just say something please.
Hold me so close
I can’t hardly breathe.
Close the distance between us,
say something sweet.
I don’t care if you don’t mean it
You know what to say.
Try to remember that time
Nothing could stop you from grabbing me tight
we were younger, impatient
unwearied by life.
I’m older and different
in some ways, it’s true.
But that girl is still there
and still in love with you.
So put down the phone,
the people, your list.
Don’t walk away.
Just give me a kiss.
Put your lips to my ear,
and whisper the words
my soul needs to hear.
The day is here,
The people pass,
Hurrying down the shore.
There are sights to see,
Things to do,
Always hungry for more.
Look for dolphins,
Look for boats,
Some must exercise.
But urgency is not for you,
Patient bird with yellow eyes.
You calmly watch the gentle waves
And rarely even move.
The world goes on,
Hardly noticing you.
Yet something beckons me to pause,
Admire your intricate design.
I take a deep and cleansing breath
As people keep passing you by.
I think I’ll sit here for a few,
Reflect and learn from the watcher.
There’s something strangely magical,
watching you, watching the water.
~Sarah Elle Emm
So, this isn’t a gecko on steroids. It is actually an anole, and assuming my theory about Florida having an underground experimental lab that creates mutant larger than life creepy animals to be released in my zip code isn’t true, this is also not an anole on steroids. But believe me, when I was finishing up my jog the other morning in front of my house and I spotted this guy, I had a moment where the fantasy wheels went spinning wildly out of control.
I stopped, gawked at the genetically altered gecko that had clearly escaped the secret lab I mentioned a moment ago, which most certainly is in my neighborhood, and I burst through the front door of my house to frantically inform my husband about the underground mutant lab escapee. The eyebrow he raised at my delivery of information wasn’t because of the lab I mentioned. He’s quite familiar with my conspiracy theories. He didn’t seem to have words, and therefore remained mute, so I grabbed my camera, and shouted over my shoulder. “Don’t you want to see it? It’s right outside! Come on!”
Back outside I snapped photos of the escapee, delighted to finally have some evidence to strengthen my case. Suddenly, it occurred to me that my husband hadn’t raced out of the house after me to see my discovery. But wait! What if he tried, but he fell or something on the way out, and was in desperate need of my help? I abandoned my collecting of evidence and raced to save my husband.
Once back inside I discovered Charles…unharmed and in no way under any duress, sipping his coffee and watching the morning news. He didn’t even want to see my proof!
Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm for my discovery, I rummaged through wildlife books and internet articles and finally identified my new friend outside. It was a Cuban Anole, also known as the Western Knight Anole. While this type of anole isn’t a genetic mutation or an escapee from that lab I’m certain exists, it is the largest anole in the anole family, which pleased me immensely to learn. Like I mentioned earlier, I knew that wasn’t your ordinary anole or lizard. Still, pride forced me to inform my husband that the anole was in fact just a very large lizard, and not proof of the secret lab, and I decided to let him know the truth. This piece of information didn’t seem to surprise him, though I’m not certain why. 😉
This is a link to some interesting information about the Western Knight Anole, including it’s nickname, “The Garden Godzilla”, if you’d like to learn more: