Poetry – wildflowers

Each petal

a memory

soft

and supple

inhale

each scent

hear them

rustle

in the breeze

I want to lay

among

the wildflowers

basking

in their memory

their moment

filling my senses

my mind

my heart

the depths

of what

makes me

me

J. Belle

Image by Kelli McClintock

Poetry – you are alive

Breathe deeply

taste the coolness

of the air

chin tilts upward

skin tingles

nipples reach

toward the sun

skin exposed, hairs lifted

tongue slides outward

dampness on your lips

the mind drops down

through your body

cold stone

beneath your feet

moist soft soil

between your toes

it fills your senses

grasses brush against

the bareness of your legs

a reminder

you are alive.

J. Belle

Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – Morning light

It’s simple

to just stand here

watching

the sun rise

over the rooftops

Reaching for that

first golden ray

it warms my skin

I look down

onto the street below

there he is

stirring up

the last

of the morning mist

Such pleasure

to be quiet

in the first

morning light.

J. Belle

Image: unknown

Poetry – time

Photo by Jacqueline Belle

She whispered cautiously

into the ear of time…

take me with you,

she breathed.

Time sat down beside her

and gently caressed her thigh…

move as I flow, my love,

and you will never be left behind.

J. Belle

West Wind

There comes a time
when you must let
the west wind
blow all your stress
and worries away.

Breathe deeply
and start again.

J. Belle

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