Explore the work of Jacqueline Belle: poet, author and multimedia creator.
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
parched
lips crusted
with dirt & sweat
back of her hand
swipes upward
past her brow
she sniffs
wincing
from dust & grime
the sun sets
chill across her back
voices in the distance
low soothing melody
fingers on string & key
she’s done
all she could
night has come.
J Belle
Jacqueline Belle Poems 
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