Belles-Lettres

A poem rises 
From silent words:
Inkwell blue

Words melt 
Out of the quietness;
Drawing the indigo out
In the lifting of quill
The color of words
Warm
My home becomes a
Belles-lettres morning-
And a limitless sky

Raw, the virgin stain on my fingers
The curve of the cursive
In the fire of your eyes
The whisper of words
In the soul's keeping.

88 thoughts on “Belles-Lettres

  1. Oh, how exquisite are your words.
    “My home becomes a
    Belles-lettres morning-
    And a limitless sky”
    “Raw, the virgin stain on my fingers
    The curve of the cursive
    In the fire of your eyes”
    You enchant, you caress, you shine.
    Gorgeous poem.
    xoxo

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      1. My pleasure. Here is to my Queen of Poetry 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️

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  2. Wow yassy, this is beautiful… It bleeds purity and warmth with these deep words of yours that you have placed together perfectly ❀️😊🌹

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  3. Oh WOW, oh WOW…your imagery always astounds me, so Exquisite, my dear ❀ I hope you're doing well…I think of you everyday, especially when I see there's no post from you in the Reader 😦

    I'm making butterscotch sauce to pour over vanilla ice cream–sound good??

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  4. Your melting words made me melt. πŸ₯° Writing can feel sacred, even spiritual at times – you certainly captured that in your dreamy poem. Please tell me you do use a writing quill. πŸ˜€

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    1. I wax and wane when I write
      My mind becomes quill
      Has its own free will
      I dream sacred , my body leaves let’s my soul be
      In a dream where I am set free

      Of course I use a writing quill πŸͺΆ, it’s a WordPress thingy eh πŸ˜‰β€οΈ

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      1. Thank you, Ballerina Lee. I can see you are quite nimble on your feet or rather toes. Dance away into my page and set the lines twirling and twinkle toeing .. πŸ’ƒπŸ½

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      2. Lovely. 🩰 My style is more jazzy and contemporary with a pop of hip hop, πŸ˜„ Although, I do love to twirl and twinkle on my toes, hopefully never tinkling while I do so. πŸ˜‚

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  5. This gifted such warmth and deep joy, beautiful Yassy!!! These words bowl me over:

    “My home becomes a
    Belles-lettres morning-
    And a limitless sky”

    I’m going to wear this poem today as I paint. What an amazing gift! Thank You!!! Sending huge hugs and much Love Your way!!! πŸ€—πŸ’–πŸ˜Š

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  6. HEY GUYS,
    I’M A WRITER AND NEW TO WORD PRESS. I PROMOTE HUMANITY AND MENTAL HEALTH THROUGH MY WRITINGS. I REALLY NEED YOUR SUPPORT TO ACCOMPLISH MY GOAL OF SPREADING LOVE AND HUMANITY. KINDLY SUPPORT ME BY FOLLOWING MY WEBSITE. I WILL BE GRATEFUL FOR YOUR SUPPORT. DO NOT FORGET TO LIKE, COMMENT AND SHARE MY WORK.
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    1. We poets are sensitive so I can feel your vibes and you can feel my thoughts, I am so happy that we can bond , soul sisters buddies across the ether. Am happy you read my work and even happier to see a comment from you.

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