✨A poem✨
Explore with me
take a walk with me
lets see where it all leads
maybe it’s nothing you could have ever dreamed
or maybe it’s something you already know
It’s worth a look, don’t you think?
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Thanks for Being Here
✨A Poem✨
A writer chose you and
crawled under your skin
and you haven’t been the same since
No use in avoiding the truth much longer
just share your favorite songs
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Kiss Life
✨A Poem✨
It’s not til it’s time to live that
we realize
we’ve out grown the swings
The flowers bloom and
the butterfly breaks free from
its chrysalis
We stand frozen thinking the
birth of the butterfly is
the end.
Saschia Jayne Johnson
Moonbeams
✨A Poem✨
I closed the gate
but that didn’t keep out the
moonbeams
that shined on the daisies
dancing in the evening breeze
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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In a Poets Mind
🖤A Poem🖤
Inside the mind of a poet
you’ll find ticket stubs to
dreams lived and dreams lost
scattered stories that make no sense at all
dialogue etched into streams of thought
love, probably more than most
and visions of a world we’ve yet to live
I think there’s more and to
tell it all would be
epic
What’s inside your mind?
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Seasons
✨A Poem✨
Breathing through a straw
chin tilted toward
warped sunrays
the sound if life
whooshed past
in a moment
but
in the twinkle of an eye
a new life is born
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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The Movement
✨A Poem ✨
The black curtain
draped over parts of me
that run in the background.
Sometimes the winds blow
and it covers me entirely
wiggling fingers reach toward
all the little things that bring me joy,
most likely,
it’s you.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
The Celestial Stream
✨A poem✨
Two kissing fish
flowing through the celestial stream
a golden glow
just so you know,
we’ll always be here with you.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Living is an Art
There’s an art to this
to be alive
to kiss the stars with
my feet planted side by side.
Don’t ask what I sacrificed
I’d not suggest it.
But there’s an art to this
thing called living.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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The Ticking
The clock on the wall and its incessant ticking
Dust drifting from the ceiling
It isn’t always so loud
some days the fan spins and
the breeze blows into the blue curtains
It’s not always so loud
but it is always ticking
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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