Poetry – Simply

She crouched down

at the foot of the sea

ripples lapped

at her hemline

arms wrapped

around her knees

she whispered 

softly

almost

to herself

but mostly

to the sea

never enough…

I am

simply

never enough

she grows weary

presses her chin

to her knees

lifts herself up

stands facing the waters

breathes in the salt air 

turns

continues

walking along

the shoreline

waves caressing 

her feet

her ankles

and calves

enough no longer

has value

I simply

am. 

J. Belle 

Image by hat yomyai

Poetry – time

time

cradled me

in the palm

of his hand

looking up

i whispered

quietly

will you

hold me

just for

a little while?

time nodded

cupped his 

fingers

gently

calmly

I curled up

tucked

into the

crevasses 

of time’s

worn hands

as he carried me

across the threshold… 

J. Belle 

image by Sam Badmaeva

Poetry – time takes hold

time takes hold

bound by his grip

blind trust

firm squeeze

pupils dilated

scarcely

breathe

following

please

lead me 

slowly

gently

shuffling

through

the darkness

into the light.

J. Belle

Virtual photography Image by Fee Kellind

Poetry – not looking

a life spent

not looking

for something

I hadn’t been

waiting for

until it found me

lacking

inability

to savour

the moment

then it was gone

leaving

the whole me

reduced

by half

now I stand

grieving

missing parts

without knowing

what they are

or were…

J. Belle

Image by Gabriela Wysocka

Poetry – ripples

everything

we do

undulates

outward

look around

it can be seen

along the surface

of the waters…

what is it that 

your ripples

send out

into the world?

J. Belle 

Image by Aleksandra Sapozhnikova

Poetry – fall from my grasp

the words 

that bubble up 

from my heart 

tumble 

tenderly 

lovingly 

from my lips 

they are mine 

given freely 

to the world 

around me 

honest 

pure 

no matter 

how many 

fall from my 

grasp 

they are not 

nothing 

but a part 

of me 

my 

being 

seeds 

upon 

soil 

in 

the 

minds 

of 

others 

J. Belle 

book art & photo by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – because, well…

Her mind 

might go 

this way 

or that way 

twirl around 

and around 

fall deep 

into thought 

or fly high 

in the clouds 

but one thing 

never changes 

will always be true 

I’m not going to say 

because, well 

i don’t want to. 

J. Belle

Ink by Jacqueline Belle

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