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

Poetry – The Trek

The wind

was fierce

it blew

with such force

I could barely stand.

I lay down

in the grasses

while it howled

and thrashed

against me.

I called out

to the clouds

until my voice

ran hoarse

my mouth dry.

Invigorated

rejuvenated

and ready

for the long trek

home.

J. Belle

Image by Jacqueline Belle

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