Poetry – the rain

biking home

from work today

I thought

what a privilege 

to feel the rain

on my cheeks

the wind

billowing

my trousers

fresh air

in my lungs…

doesn’t matter

what you say

it felt great

and life is good.

J. Belle

Image by Simon Goetz

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 

Ink art by Jaqueline 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

Ink drawing by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – touch

I reach with my fingers

caressing the space

around me

molding it

like clay

forming shapes

lovely and smooth

I can not unsee it

the beauty

it warms my heart

and sets me free 

J. Belle 

Image by Ira Vishnevskaya

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