Poetry – calm

…that wonderful time

in the evening

when I can sit

in a comfy chair

with a mug of tea

some relaxing music

let all the thoughts

inside my mind

slosh & slide around

until they finally settle

in all the right cracks

and crevasses.

J. Belle

Poetry – echo

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