Poetry – Raindrops

a long awaited rain

trickles down

my forehead

water puddles

around my feet

scent of soil

and flowers

fills my senses

I close my eyes

sit down next to you

enjoying the rain

in that special place

inside my mind

where only you & I

can go together

it’s calm

for a moment…

J. Belle

Image by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – echo

Once upon a time

long ago

there was a little girl

head full of

numbers

letters

and drums.

They marched

and danced

this way

and that way.

Until one day

she managed

to line them up

in order.

Silence hummed

so naturally.

All but the echo

of her thumb

a constant cadence

inside her mind.

J. Belle 

Image by Adrien King

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 – …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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