my mind
sits quietly
still amongst
the silence
i listen
take it all in
savour it
I hear
the wind
in the trees
rain upon
the window
I sip my coffee
rest my head back
against the chair
this is sunday morning.
J. Belle

Explore the work of Jacqueline Belle: poet, author and multimedia creator.
my mind
sits quietly
still amongst
the silence
i listen
take it all in
savour it
I hear
the wind
in the trees
rain upon
the window
I sip my coffee
rest my head back
against the chair
this is sunday morning.
J. Belle

I feel, therefore I am…
Unamuno

today
my heart
reached out
my finger
touched
your finger…
I stayed
a moment
to smile.
J. Belle

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

I lay flat in the cold…
a road made of ice.
Looking up into the darkness
as luminescent colours
dance above me.
Reaching up my arms,
tracing the colours
with my fingertips.
Painting the sky
and my mind with magic.
J. Belle


well, hello there
little flower.
where did you
come from?
and how on earth
did you grow here?
J. Belle

Make the best of it
whatever life brings you.
J. Belle

Sometimes
even the bravest
most beautiful hearts
lose their courage
then behave in
strange
unexpected ways
to conceal it.
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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