Of Saturdays And Silence

Tre L. Loadholt
CROSSIN(G)ENRES
Published in
1 min readMay 7, 2018

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Jernee: wild-haired beauty. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

perched on an ottoman
busy keeping watch
I pause from gathering words
from worn pages
to watch a miracle
live peacefully in my
presence

the clouds move through
the dense sky
draping Saturday afternoon
in its humble essence
carefully
I turn the page

rain is in the air
God is pacing heaven's floors
busy answering prayers
I welcome silent
moments like these

moments that remind me
of unfailing love
and small victories
I know people change
the boom in their voices
shrink to whispers

and the bonds that were meant
to rage in the days
of extinction
wither away

but the miracle before me
still perched on an ottoman
professes her loyalty

without ever uttering a word
without ever changing her
love

©Tremaine L. Loadholt, 2018. All Rights Reserved

“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” ©Josh Billings

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I am more than breath & bones. I am nectar in waiting. “You write like a jagged, beautiful dream.” ©Martha Manning •https://acorneredgurl.com