Reviewed By Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet

Reading Sarah’s Book – I Lost Summer Somewhere
Is Like Opening A Box Of Chocolates Late At Night And Taking Just One,
Only To Find As You Are Reaching To Turn Out The Light
That You’ve Eaten The Whole Box In A Single Sitting!!  You Just Couldn’t Help Yourself!!!

I Started Reading Sarah’s Book During An Extreme Texas Thunder Storm
At Five O’clock In The Morning To Flashes Of Lightning And Rolling Thunder
And Didn’t Stop Turning Pages Until The Storm Was Long Gone And I Reached The Final Page!  A Mesmerizing And Delightful Journey For Me.

Robert Frost Is My Favorite Poet.   After Years Of Reading Thousands Of Poems From Other Poets To Share With Followers On My Blog, I Have Finally Found In Sarah’s Writing, A Poet Who Is Able To Capture The Same Wondrous Feelings, Observations Of Life And Experiences In The Same Magical Way !

In – I Lost Summer Somewhere – Sarah Takes Us Through A Poetic
Journey Of Her Life From Childhood, Young Adult, Mid Life, Through Being In Her Seventies.  This Is A Book For Everyone, Not Just Women.  Sarah Has Said, “Not All Poems Are From My Personal Life, But You Will Have To See If You Can Pick Out Which Ones Are!”

Sarah’s Poems Are A Delight And A Joy To Read!  If You Love Great Poetry And All That Makes Poetry Great, You Will Love The Poems In Sarah’s Book.  This Book Is Filled With So Many Great Poems That Will Take You Through All Kinds Of Emotions And Feelings And Surprise Endings From Life – With Lines, And Gems Of Inspiration, Alliteration, Metaphors And More To Reward You For Owning And Reading Sarah’s Book.

When I Find Something That I Enjoy And Love I Want To Share It With Others – A Way Of Enriching Those We Come In Contact With.  So, Here Are A Few Samples Of Sarah’s Poems From – I Lost Summer Somewhere.

One Of The First Poems I Read And One Of My Favorite Poems – Is A Slice Of Life Poem
A Late Epiphany

When all the kids went down
to Junie’s basement the year
we turned thirteen, I stayed
to help her mother put candles
on the cake.  I imagined
the spinning bottle, the dark
fruit cellar.  I’d read Peyton Place.

A couple of years later
after braces and Noxema,
I tried it in the back seat of a Chevy
and came to Jesus

Here are some snippets and excerpts,

Leaving West Virginia

The road curls snug against the hills,
dips into hollows, rises through stands
of oak, rough against dun clouds
that promise snow . . . .

. . . . The world is raw, waiting where the road
goes flat and blurs in the rush to get somewhere.
I watched for dawn this morning, waiting to be gone.
Now I want to salt away this place the way it is,
the way I was.
(This especially reminded me of Frost)


“The sharp-edged City
softens in the snow”


“and over a bucket of clams and corn
decided who got what
Circles, short lived in the tide
my wedding ring in the dresser drawer

Four: Fourteen: Seventy

. . . . . “I know, Honey. Middle schools the pits,” I say
and wonder even in this more enlightened,
feminist, almost-equal-pay, got-the-vote-and-the-pill
no-glass-ceiling, have-it-all-age it will take
forty years and two marriages for my granddaughter
to give herself permission to sing and skip
whenever she wants, like it did for me.

I hope you will enjoy adding, “I Lost Summer Somewhere”
to the treasure trove in your library as much as I have loved
adding it to mine

Chuck Lindholm
The Reluctant Poet

And just so you don’t have to take my word for it!! Here are some other
responses to Sarah’s book.

July 5, 2019By scintilla.admin  Poetry

I lost summer somewhere is poignant, elegant, and sometimes emotionally raw. Reading it drew me into a world of love and loss, of new love found, of letting go of an aging parent piece by piece, of being with someone at their most vulnerable point, of watching granddaughters grow into a world we could never have imagined. At times it was a nerve-wracking white-knuckled journey through life. But it is hard to find someone relate that journey with the grace, beauty, and dignity that Russell achieves.

this book is not “for” women or men. It is for anyone who loves language, who loves poetry, for anyone who has loved and anyone who is watching an aging parent decline, for anyone who has enjoyed an “Indian Summer” of life and found a second love and held a child. Sarah Russell’s poems are beautiful and passionate, and I lost summer somewhere is a special collection.

“Melancholy, exuberance, nostalgia, fulfillment, contentment, longing – Sarah Russell hits all the spots, and there isn’t one poem where a woman won’t be able to identify in some way. She’s singing all our songs, putting into magical words things we felt so often but never knew how to tell. Deep sadness matched by laughter, gentleness, love and a sense of adventure. It was a privilege being there with her, living what she remembers, identifying with every line.”

Rose Mary Boehm, author of Tangents, From the Ruhr to Somewhere Near Dresden, and Peru Blues

“Sarah Russell brings us into her world, a world of “dream-filled summer nights,” where “leaves are October butterflies.” Russell’s poems sing the important moments of life. It’s a song that stays in your mind, drawing you back to the poems again and again.”

Nina Bennett, author of Mix Tape and The House of Yearning

Fool’s gold

Come read – Fools Gold!


Fool’s gold

The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want.

I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry.

You held my hands and we discussed everything.

I knew I loved you and I remember those marvelous hazel eyes,

those eyes made me forget I was Winter and you were Summer.

You played your guitar and you sang to me at the Monterey bay every weekend.

I told you, “You are more wonderful than the sea, a miracle to my eyes.

Love is fool’s gold, we are always too early or too late to know the ambrosia of love.

I wish I knew you yesterday, when you were a tumble weed in Texas desert.

Now we are stealing time and I am just falling at your feet, needing to hear your

voice and steal some kisses.”

You laughed at my…

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The In-Between

Charmed Chaos

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”-Oscar Wilde

Catching glimpses of the In-Between
slipping through sliding doors of dreams
to a familiar place where grey everything
and nothing is the same yet is.

Déjà vu in hazy limbo, reality thrown akimbo
as puzzling murky thoughts reveal
which delusions are real
and that which is only make believe.

What is-was- and what was -is
for dreams with anamorphic scenes
are clips of previous moments lived
Trapped in vivid nightmares and the In-Between.

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 133

Keep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge


Use the phrase

outlasting the fickleness of fame….

…in your piece.

You can write about any celebrity or someone you admired, or how you would like to chalk out a dream life for yourself. You can be philosophical about the concept, and use it in an abstract manner. Examples from nature or mythology can also be taken.


Fame is a fickle mistress….

Don’t we all crave fame and recognition

In that secret cornerof our heart

We desire to be adulated and revered

For our great deeds, our matchless beauty

Or the extraordinary talent that we possess

But as they say, fame is a fickle mistress

It snares our soul and then abandonsit

Without notice, in a moment to flee to others

Who like us, welcomeitwith open arms

To outlast the fickleness of fame


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I’ve by MwsR – Mws R Writings

I’ve worked all these last years, Sometimes with gladness and sometimes, through the tears. I’ve accomplished things I never really considered accomplishments Wore pretty much what I felt most comfortable in, without a lot of embellishments. I’ve visited my back yard with anticipation of the things I have worked to grow Not much in way … Continue reading

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Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is Message 

Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.

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Sarah Doughty

“I wish I could tell you want you meant to me
when it could’ve made a difference.”

I just wish there was some way I could tell you want you meant to me when it could’ve made a difference. I knew you weren’t happy, but who was these days? I figured you’d find your way to the other side. But I never meant that literally. You stopped living, as though you were just a shell. You stopped caring about your well-being, rather than treating yourself like a fragile piece of glass. I should’ve known where you were headed. Maybe it was denial, maybe I just didn’t see. Or maybe it was my own hubris, knowing I was right. That you’d be okay. But in the end, it was my inaction that led you to an early grave. And this guilt I carry on my shoulders will be here for the…

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for the coming back ~



one begins another
a fall of ancient breaths
left in slumber
much too long
memory –
she’s fair enough
but keeps her secrets close
– cares only for the places
we belong

as disregard
for moments cleft –
how many yet to go
love remains
the best we have to give
permission for the coming back
to all we sought to find
– many dreams
with only one to live

. . .

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Poem – Mws R Writings

A Bunch of If’sby MwsR If you can look behind yourself and see no painIf you can keep a smile even when things stay the sameIf you can breathe without complicationOr fix whatever is your problemIf you can see the joy in mundane thingsIf you can work without any constraintsIf you feel empathy for your … Continue reading

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