my hands
I use them
they tell
the story
of my life…
J. Belle

Explore the work of Jacqueline Belle: poet, author and multimedia creator.
my hands
I use them
they tell
the story
of my life…
J. Belle

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

I remember
how it felt
when I thought
anything
was possible.
J. Belle

I told the sea about you
whispering softly
as the waves lap
at my ankles in reply…
J. Belle

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

You left footprints
and it doesn’t
wash away.
J. Belle

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

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

How is it
that the cruelest
silent voices
ring loudest
in the mind?
J. Belle

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

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