✨A Poem✨
I wonder about other writers
mostly the ones that are no longer with us.
I wonder what James Joyce would say
over dinner, or if we’d like each other’s posts on
Instagram.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
We Go Together
💫A Poem💫
We can figure this out together. 🫶🏽
It won’t be the same way 🫶🏽
they figured it out 🫶🏽
because we are not them. 🫶🏽
Some things might work 🫶🏽
others are outdated. 🫶🏽
The best way to get through this is 🫶🏽
together. 🫶🏽
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Guides
✨A Poem✨
Into the darkness 🕯️
into the light 🕯️
drifting sideways 🕯️
left and right 🕯️
I know what I want 🕯️
but not what’s coming next 🕯️
As long as the darkness and light 🕯️
find their place in my life, 🕯️
they will be my guides. 🕯️
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Still Hazy
✨A Poem✨
Hazy skies, 🔥
blood red throats, 🔥
sore ears, 🔥
dry mouth, and 🔥
the scent of burnt… something. 🔥
The imagination goes wild 🔥
wondering what ailment 🔥
could come next. 🔥
Maybe none at all. 🔥
But the sky still hazy 🔥
and the sun 🔥
still shaded 🔥
are exactly where they’re supposed to be. 🔥
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Canadian Wildfires
💫A Poem💫
The screen swallowed me whole
I can’t get out,
I can’t even see.
Then again
it could be the smoke
getting to me.
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Awakening
✨A Poem✨
Dipped my tongue
in salt water
to preserve myself
for a day of
mothering.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
3am Club
Lift the scissors ✂️
snip the string ✂️
place a layer of salt ✂️
on the rim ✂️
This is immortal ✂️
everlasting ✂️
and there’s a million ways to break free ✂️
See what you see ✂️
feel what you feel ✂️
and drift somewhere ✂️
between awake and asleep. ✂️
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Interrupted
💫A Poem💫
Forgotten words
haunt me in silence
through the night.
Discarded connections
with my inner artist
interrupt the sacred flow
that binds us.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
The Reality of Things
✨A Poem✨
Count me in 🫱🏾🫲🏾
for the real raw conversations. 🫱🏾🫲🏾
Count me in for the deep connections 🫱🏾🫲🏾
that take us just a tad deeper than yesterday. 🫱🏾🫲🏾
Take my hand and dive deep into the sea of 🫱🏾🫲🏾
consciousness with me. 🫱🏾🫲🏾
I’ll be there 🫱🏾🫲🏾
the best way I know how to be 🫱🏾🫲🏾
alive, a little drunk, and madly in love 🫱🏾🫲🏾
with this process. 🫱🏾🫲🏾
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Oriental Beetles
💫A Poem💫
Sticky skin 🎵
soaked in fine perfumes 🎵
and shirts stuck with 🎵
wide eyed Oriental beetles 🎵
The night isn’t quite right until 🎵
the misfit musician strums the day away 🎵
while I tip tap a spoon on 🎵
my Crème Brûlée. 🎵
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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