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✨A Poem✨

The noise sunk beneath oceans

regardless of my focus

our worlds collide

without my permission

on the evening

of the blue moon

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨

The old wooden wheel turns

traveling miles and miles.

I appreciate a plate full of

gooey chocolate chip cookies with

nothing on my mind.

Pulling a curl behind my ear,

I look around and smile at a chubby bee

seeking out nectar in the dangling blue bells.

Just ahead, the sky kisses the land.

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Pick me

✨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

✨A Poem✨

lips against lips

I swallow words

after I let them linger against my tongue

I taste the way they sound

as my brain lights up

and asks for more

Saschia Jayne Johnson

✨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

✨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

✨A Poem✨

the sun rose and set

while I lost myself in worlds

not so distant from own

Maybe someday I’ll be there

making footprints in the sand

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨

I dipped my hands in soapy water

and sunk into Venus who

whispered all the things

I’d love to hear:

In the middle of it all,

in the dark when I feel alone,

and in the light when I feel lighter than air.

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson