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 – sip

Shadow caresses

the edge of sorrow

Light trickles down

into the bowl of hope

Sip from the cup of life

really taste it

the sweet

and the bitter

filling your belly

with resilience.

J. Belle

Image by Ian Keefe

Poetry – gentle touch

her thumb

slowly sweeps

across his brow

a tear wells

in the corners

of their eye

her fingers curl

around his ear

her thumb slides

down his jaw

and neck.

bristles course

against the softness

of her touch.

sigh

a moment…

J. Belle

Image by Mark Pan4ratte

Poetry – breathe

Close your eyes

gently slide your finger

down your forehead

along and under

your nose

across each lip

over your chin

slowly slowly

down your throat

neck and chest

breathe

smile to yourself

you are alive.

J. Belle

Image by Jacob Mejicanos

Poetry – …spirit

I could feel

the warmth

of your shoulder,

hear the sound

of your voice.

We danced

in the rain

and we laughed

together

in the mud.

And for a moment

you were there

I felt such joy

a surge of creativity…

a dream flowed

from my mind

through my fingers…

I miss you.

J. Belle

Image by Jonathan Borbe

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