The illumination comes as you step closer. One foot at a time leads somewhere I can’t quite make it out, yet There’s art along the way if you’re willing to see. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Category Archives: Poetry
Freedom is Internal
A little poem about my happy place I tip toe through a garden of wonder and mystery. The place where peace finds me resting on my back with my eyes tracing the shapes of clouds overhead. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
It’s the Little Things
A poem on awkward little joys. The petal of a flower against lips smothered in 7 layers of balm. The air filled with the scent of cheap perfume from the hair store a few towns over. Hair and fingernail unkept…read more
Transformation Begins
Pitch black the taste of iron in the air a mysteries shatter beneath my soles the opening shrinks the same way my motivation does with each step deeper until it’s gone. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Shadow Moon
The shadow moon creeps into place. Stagnancy won’t be the case. We are meant to feel and breathe upward toward the glowing sun but the moon asks different things of us. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Good Morning
Once the sun rises, something new is afoot. Sleepy fingers wrap around warm mugs while eyes drift to no where in particular and my mind puzzles about how I got here and where I’m going. The return to life is a slow one for me. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Liberated Bird
A bird at flight slips down into the the rushing movement around town. He can lift to the sky at any moment to get away from it all. The scent of fresh roasted coffee beans marinates the free bird’s feathers before he lifts again to the open air where the busyness of the town can’tContinue reading “Liberated Bird”
Words for a Writer
Words swim and dive deep. Some flow right past me and I gobble them up as quickly as they come. Other times I dive deep and can’t catch even the slippery sound of an S. The easiest ones have E’s. The ones I like most are the ones that stick cloest to my thoughts. -SaschiaContinue reading “Words for a Writer”
Life’s Journey
One step at a time moving towards the place where presence matters There’s no sure way to get it right the only right thing is getting there -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Writing Through a Head Cold
Chicken soup and a cozy blanket wrapped from front to back Feet up and fingers tip tapping away at the one thing that brings me into alignment. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
