She asks for symbols
while I doodle
stars and hearts in blue ink
across the top of a blank page
Maybe I don’t get it, Professor
Maybe I never will
I’m on to circles and squares
Images of old Egyptian
pillars appear
containing hieroglyphs
with no meaning
Evoke the imagination
She voices
before putting her head
back down
Semi circles and unfinished squares
dotted like a Morse code
have been placed
with no meaning
Dotted with intent
but no definition
What is this place where
I feel the depth
of each
meaningless symbol?
-Saschia
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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