The bare trees will begin to bud again the flowers will crack through the soil and bloom and amaze us with their colors We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun and our thoughts will be on simple things like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches or beach days scented of sea saltContinue reading “Coming Back To Life”
Author Archives: Jayne
My Light
You are worth more than a thousand words you’re worth the search that never ends As long as you are the light at the end of my tunnel I’ll always have something to strive for -Saschia Johnson on my back
on my back
the pain is relieved from my hips and my pelvis between tiny contractions is heavenly rest pillows prop me and I dose off thinking of what it will all be like when she’s here -Saschia Johnson Unfocused
Unfocused
There’s a breeze and a howl there’s a dance I’ve missed one I’ve longed for and one I remember stomach pains and a kick in the rib my mind squanders and so I do too I’m here then I’m not I’m connected then drifting oh the fires of life burn so strongly in my soulContinue reading “Unfocused”
Silly Billy
The words that drift out of me are sometimes a shocker. Who’s that man with the big moon eyes? Who’s that girl with the upside down curls? If there is a time we need to think it’s now, but thinking is entirely too much work so we busy ourselves with tasks. Redundant tasks that requireContinue reading “Silly Billy”
The Bedrooms of Famous Writers
Spring Painting
Stone steps in the dirt A field of wildflowers Dew drops And a cottage filled with love -Saschia
A Home Full of Hope
Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean…..
My Wishes
The times I wish for are the times my family is at their best. That they are full of peace and love. That fear and doubt are far from their door. And that they are prepared for the worst times as well as the best.
goodnight
This is a poem about nothing I’m just writing this to sleep better and maybe wake up better There’s a million things to write about but I’m not choosing any one of them because the only purpose for this poem is a good nights sleep -Saschia
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