It has lived
inside of me
for so many years…
I fall backward
free falling
into the story
inside myself…
time distorts
stretching
folding
in on itself
I almost
nearly
feel whole…
J. Belle
Poetry – free falling
Poetry – my fingers…
my fingers
motionless
barely touching
the keys
my body tingles
mind relaxes
breath slows
the world
around me
becomes fuzzy
and warm
it’s at that moment
that exact moment
just before
it begins…
J. Belle
Image by Farzin Yarahmadi
Poetry – words
there are times
that i just
fall in love
with the words
as they trickle down
from the sky
onto my forehead
cheeks and chest
as i passively delight
in the rippling touch
of every vowel
and consonant.
J. Belle
Poetry – tucked away but not forgotten
i whispered into the night
i told it stories of new
and dreams of old
i closed my eyes
held your hand
so very tightly
may there be a thousand moons
and a thousand rising suns
I will never let go
of the vision i had
tucked into the deepest
darkest corner
of my mind.
J. Belle
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
Poetry – whispers
Can you hear
me whisper
into the thought
of your ear?
J. Belle
Poetry – thoughts
Cool against my temple
my mind sways
to the rhythm of my breath
Thoughts churn
and tumble tenderly
waiting to escape
J. Belle
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
Poetry
There is a great
calamity of ideas
that thrust around
inside my mind.
The trick
is to settle
those thoughts
just enough
to allow them
to flow
in one direction
outward
downward
onto the page
below.
Jacqueline Belle
Photo by Ellie Ellien
Jacqueline Belle Poems 
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