A place where you can be human.
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
If you enjoyed this poem,
you’ll love my ebook! Writer’s Quest: A Triptych
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
✨A poem ✨
A million cliffs and
leaps into the monster’s mouth
sandwiches
under the sun
Some people don’t make it
back for sandwiches
but we’ll still be there
I don’t know if we’re supposed to be
at the edge of a cliff
making leaps
but that’s where we meet
by the sea.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Check out my debut novel Writer’s Quest: A Triptych
✨A poem ✨
The wooden floor collects
the dust of those before me
in the cracks where
the past lives thrive
and a broom can’t reach
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A poem✨
The “universe” a word that
perks the ears of those who believe
and those who don’t. From
the tiniest cell to the thoughts in
my mind of you
What does the word do to you?
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
A poem
Hands held in the darkness
Held in the light
Words whispered
inside our heads
bounce off the sun
and into the heart of God
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
A poem
hints on the bathroom walls
in the creak of an old door
step through the threshold
not the walk of shame but
not far from it
Lift your chin
find the words and
scribble them down before
life echoes your words
to the world before you
even get a say in the matter.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson (from my lips)
A Poem
Peel it all away
and you’ll find spiders dangling
from portfolios filled with
life’s great wisdom
Some pages, never read
some, ink stained with coffee rings
and folded edges
But deep inside this mind
it’s just me and my old fisherman
waiting out the storm.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
A Poem
She looks to the sky
and finds a man.
He looks to the sky
and finds a woman.
They look to the sky
and find each other.
Not some romantic night out.
A connection.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Let them find you writing Day 7
I think 7 is a great place to wrap this up.
The word of the day is Know Your Why.
If you don’t know your why yet, that is some fantastic writing material. Write your way to your why.
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
Frankl’s A Man’s Search for Meaning is a book that leads to why it’s important to find your why.
Your why is the foundation of why they’ll find you writing in the first place.
I don’t know why you write, but I have a feeling if you remain conscious of your why and return to it while you write, I’ll be able to find it while I read your work.
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