each page
soft like your breath
I trace the edges of you
the ink of your voice curling
in the spaces between words
whispered but never quite silent
we are an unfinished story
the kind you leave open
just to feel the rhythm of possibility
breathe against your skin
your touch
a paragraph that lingers
sweet in the margins
of my thoughts
there’s a chapter where time slips
where we fall through the cracks
where your smile is the heading
and the ending never arrives
a single sentence
stretching into eternity
in another
our bodies meet
like two verses colliding
delicate
fragile
and perfect
in their syncopated rhythm
I learn you
again and again
we write and rewrite
soft touches
that turn to echoes
whispers that move
like ink in water
and when the chapter closes
we are still between the lines
living in the paragraphs that remain
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Because as poets our words are part of us, the personification of two lovers meeting as words on a page is so powerful and a natural union.
To imagine the “rhythm of possibility” is only for the romantics. “We’ll ride the spiral until the end. We may just go where no one’s been.”
There is bravery in feeling love like this. And vulnerability in sharing art.
But to share your love through your art…well, my dear, that is the stuff of real romance. It’s reserved for the bravest and boldest of us all.
So much is spoken in the lines of the artist. But…the universal language of love is between the lines. Those indelible and undeniable messages are spoken by our hearts. And the poets breathe life into the lungs of our dreams by their inspiration more than their actual words.
My love lives between the lines. Because as profound as “I love you” is, it is a poor representation of what my heart feels.
I sometimes wonder if words will ever be enough. But you remind me that our deepest connections are between the lines.
Thank you for this. I always look forward to your comments.
Words can carry us to the edge of love, but the deepest truths still seem to exist in the silence surrounding them. “Between the lines” is exactly where I believe poetry truly lives.
I think every artist is secretly hoping someone will hear the heartbeat beneath the language. To be understood there, in that unguarded place, is rare.
And you’re right: sometimes “I love you” feels unbearably small compared to what the heart is trying to hold. Language can illuminate love, but it can never fully contain it. Maybe that’s why we continue writing anyway, because the attempt itself becomes an act of devotion. A reaching. A kind of faith that another soul might recognize itself in the spaces between our words.
I think the deepest connections are born there, in what cannot quite be said but is somehow still understood.
Thank you for reading with such openness, depth, and tenderness. Thoughts and comments like yours remind me why vulnerability in art matters at all.
Also, I’m really looking forward to your site being up and going! Uhm, hopefully soon?!?!
a wow, Jennifer…in the most softest way…🤍🌷
So sweet, thank you, Destiny 🤍🌷
That third stanza is great. 💙
Thank you so much, Michael 💙
You write so beautifully Jennifer 😘
Thank you, Maggie. Love you girl!
You are very welcome Jennifer ❤️
Jennifer, this poem touches my soul deeply. You have eloquently told a timeless story of what it means to be human and find your echo between the lines. So beautiful, my dear friend 😊💕
Aww, thank you, Tyler! You are such a dear friend to me, that I am grateful for! I hope you stay beautiful too!
Whoa!!!! Really loved this!!! I always love the way your poems on the topic of living between the lines and time reach out and touch me!!
Especially, loved your last two lines – Awesome!!
Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!!
Chuck :- )
Thank you so much, Chuck! I hope you’re well out there in TX.
Thanks so much for this Awesome Poem!! I so love the way your words touch my heart!!!
Yes, we are well but the area around us has been going through really severe Lightning/Thunder storms. We are so thankful we have only caught some of the milder storms!!! Hope you are well and safe where you are???
Chuck :- )
xoxo
Beautiful poem 👌👌
Thank you so much!
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Wow. This is beautiful, just like YOU! 🩷 I held my breathe reading it. 🫂
Me beautiful? It takes one beautiful person to see another, so that makes you beautiful too. Don’t ever change 🩷🫂
Well,. Gosh you’re the sweetest 🥰 I won’t change 💞 YOU don’t change
I hope to never change. I was trying to leave another comment on Different Route but it won’t let me 😞
I just changed my settings to allow comments without approval. Hopefully that helps next time 😁 I don’t think you’ll change 😀 You’re a gem 💖
This beauty is full of insight. I particularly love the imagery of your we are an unfinished story the kind you leave open just to feel the rhythm of possibility – abfab! Thank you for sharing this gem with us. pp
Thank you for being here to read it! I appreciate your lovely words. I hope you’re well and having a good weekend.
Here’s my truth in what I see, you’re one of the most beautiful people in this space. Matter of fact, in this universe. That is no bullshit. It is truly my truth. I’m beyond grateful for the joy that I always feel from your energy. Without your inspiration, I wouldn’t be at the point in my life where I am right now. I appreciate the living hell out of you! ❤️
Thank you so much, this means everything to me, truly. I’m just trying to do my small part in this big world. You’ve come a long way in the last few years. Keep that head up and keep moving forward. I appreciate you too!