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

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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