You’re Art

✨A Poem ✨

A smile creeps across

her pale cheeks

as she writes her

muse back to life.

“There’s more to this life

than muses!”

She jots that down

and smiles some more.

“Find your own inspiration

in the woods in the books”

She spins around

dancing in the moonlight

and there her muse is roused

with all the words that make her smile

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Too Present to Fear the Past

✨A Poem✨

Specks of dust drift to the ground

settling between the floor boards.

Ancient history in my blood

but too far to startle me.

I drink from a wine glass filled with water

and snap my tongue against the roof

of my mouth.

Outside is brimming with games of tag

and brief moments to breathe only

to chase the next tagger.

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Truffles

✨A Poem✨

Truffles Revisited

Golden box filled with a cryptic desserts

The folded paper to decipher

which chocolate is at

the tip of my tongue

Without that paper

I poke and prod each truffle

looking for the perfect one.

And when I find the one that suits me

I tip my head back and bask the heavens

It’s a laborious search for

that one piece

That one that rests at the tip of

your tongue.

Saschia ✨Jayne ✨ Johnson

Oh the Ships

✨A Poem ✨

Walking through mall,

I didn’t look left I didn’t look right

but then there were ships.

Oh the ships.

They weren’t just any ships,

they were the ones for freedom fighting rebels;

the good pirates they’d say.

Even though I really wanted it,

I told myself

I’ll get it next time.

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson