I catch glimpses of myself
little fragments in the mirror
I see someone
both familiar and strange
the face holds stories
some clear
some blurred
and others yet to be told
there’s a comfort
in the known lines
a restlessness
in the unfamiliar shadows
my reflection changes as I do
revealing not just who I’ve been
but hints of who I might become
every single glance
asks me the same silent question
are you the person you thought you would be
I hear the whispering
of your name
in my chest
intertwined with the beating
of my heart
where the fragility
of a second
feels like a lifetime
and in one single moment
I feel the entirety
of your love
where we are unbound
by gravity
the sky blushed softly
a quiet symphony of beautiful hues
spreading over the horizon
shadows melted
as the first light touched the earth
each ray reached out like fingers
unfurling colors in layers
while the world stirred
bathed in the glow of a new beginning
the night settles
draping everything in quiet shadows
stars breathe softly
scattered across the dark
the world holds its breath
as if the universe itself were listening
and while time stretches
gentle and unbroken
silence unfurls
cradling the world in a calm
one that feels like it could last a lifetime
it’s like the sun
catching the ocean at dawn
just a brief glint of warmth
where I thought only shadows would linger
in a crowded world
where moments drift like passing ships
there’s this thought of you
anchored quietly in my mind
it’s where you exist
just between each breath
and where I hope you’ll stay
long after the last one
pieces of her
scattered into the universe
like stars torn from the night sky
each fragment
a whisper of who she once was
drifts quietly among galaxies
some shimmer softly in the distance
while others burn brightly
leaving trails of light in the infinite dark
and though she is temporary
the universe knows her name
weaving her fragments
into its endless story
piece by piece
breath by breath
with her ink upon these pages
verses flow like whispers
carrying the scars that she hides
through her poetry
the world comes alive
every line a window into her soul
every letter a heartbeat
her story unfolds
not in the bounds of prose
but in the delicate dance
of meter and metaphor
painting emotions more vividly
than any narrative ever could
and in the end
the poem itself becomes the storyteller
a timeless echo of her life
I hope all my Florida friends stay safe during this time. If you’re in Florida, please let me know where you are so I can check in on you.
Much love
Jennifer ❤️
your fingers linger at the edges
stirring warmth beneath the surface
awakening a quiet hum
that spreads in waves
the rhythm is gentle
yet it pulls me in
coaxing my body to respond
to arch into the subtle invitation
time stretches with every brush
every stroke until the air itself
seems to thrum
with the unspoken tension
between touch and longing
oh how these rainy days
remind me of you
where the warmth of your smile
feels like home
your lavender words
are a sweet love poem
that replays in my mind
and the touch of your fingers
gently trace the worn edges
of my soul
in that very moment
you stole pieces of my existence
and tucked them away
in a million different places
inside the universe
for only you and I
The Creative Chic 