The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it was his own butt the whole time. I’ll never know. The truth is I didn’t feel like writing about the wasp or anything else happening right in front of me but I couldn’t make up anything else more interesting.
Shared Air
Step… step
I think and think of shy hearts
The ones that were left alone far too long
The ones that have hardened over time
I want so badly to love and appreciate them for who they are
Because
The daily grind in this world calls for an open heart
Not a selective one
♡Saschia
Adventure Awaits
The bells are ringing
I don’t know what that means though
The crows are knocking
And bunnies are mumbling
So many meanings
So much reading
So much untaught history to be found
To be searched for
And 4am is the perfect time
If there really is a perfect time
♡Saschia
Purpose
There’s a purpose for you
A purpose only you can fulfill
It is yours and yours alone
Shape it
Mold it and let it fill your walls
Then make your place there
don’t sit around and wait for your place to find you
Places are stationary
But you, my love, can move
-Saschia
Full
I want this life
The one right in front of me
The family
The home
The writing
The goals
I want all of these things
I’m so grateful for them
-Saschia
Wind chimes dance before the storm
Rain drums the bins
It’s a show put on by nature
A comforting display that soothes me into lala land
Like nature
We should ignite our talents using what’s right in front of us
-Saschia
The Awake Version
Time passes so fast
once my eyes close
There are times
I close them to think for just a second
And when I opened them
The hours had passed me by like a shooting star
Sometimes I don’t even realize my eyes had closed
And I dream that my day goes on as usual
Then I wake up and realize nothing has been done
Oh so frustrating sometimes that life has to be the awake version of things.
-Saschia
Imagination
She smiles and tells her story
And I listen at how she will make flying elephants
“Big or small” I ask
“Small ones”
I love her idea
and Her mind
and the way her eyes look when she thinks of all the magical things she’ll add to her secret little world of magic.
A Precious Thing
I rush to get my work done
Less thought takes less energy
Which sends me off to bed early
I could spend the day contemplating
The balance between Plato’s and Nietzsche’s opinions of “the good life”
But the amount of energy it takes to develop that opinion is far too great
It’d be smushed between diapers, and baby exercises, and naps
-Hot tea-Hot tea gets me through!
Even on these hot days
But these poems they’re rushed because energy is a precious thing for a nursing mommy
-Saschia
Night Creature
Aimless walks under the moonlight
Orange hues
A breeze fingering my hair
Ah, the life of a night creature
Spreading wings
Shredding wings
Finding words and self
And novel ideas
-Saschia
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