Poetry – echo

Once upon a time

long ago

there was a little girl

head full of

numbers

letters

and drums.

They marched

and danced

this way

and that way.

Until one day

she managed

to line them up

in order.

Silence hummed

so naturally.

All but the echo

of her thumb

a constant cadence

inside her mind.

J. Belle 

Image by Adrien King

Poetry – City Rain

I stand

arms spread wide

eyes lifted

to the sky

my smile

widens 

as the droplets

trickle down

my arms

and chest

settling

on the sidewalk

beneath me

the subtle taste

of city in the rain. 

J. Belle

Image by RichSoul

Poetry – the ocean

I feel

warm sun

through the wool

on my back

cool breeze

upon my bare face

taste the salty air

on my tongue

I feel a refreshing

spray of water

each time I hear

a crashing wave

cold rock

slick algae

beneath my feet

I breathe

& exhale

I am there.

J. Belle

Image by Josh Felise

Poetry – …love…

There are

many forms

of love.

Sometimes

it isn’t romantic.

It’s simply

connection

trust

and respecting

someone 

so deeply

it becomes confusing 

and hard to find the

appropriate words

or actions

to express oneself. 

J. Belle

Image by Fran

Poetry – weary

I grow weary

of the silence voices

that echo

inside my mind.

They judge me

mock my ideas

cliticize my actions

devalue my worth.

Everything I do

comes genuinely

from the heart

& I value that

about myself.

So, I’m just going to

keep doing

what I do best…

being me.

J. Belle

Image by Priscilla Du Preez

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