“A poem with symbols and stuff”
A glimpse
a mirror tall enough to see my shoes.
In the distance
he stares and
I don’t know much of what he says these days
but he’s there all the same.
Damp footprints lead to coffee shops
and the edge just for a kiss that
won’t last more than a moment.
The haunting scents of
sadness and insecurity linger around
asking for things I don’t have left to give.
The pink and purple flowers turn toward me
as I return to something more familiar
that only a few may understand.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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Published by Jayne
Saschia Jayne Johnson is the author of Writer’s Quest: A Triptych. On her free time, she likes to be with her family 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 it was the search that held what was most important; curiosity." Saschia works daily on 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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