Summer is here and nothing is prepared
No fitting swim suits
No floaties
No watermelon shaped towels
But we do have marshmallows to roast
And a backyard to roast in
And board games and a family to play them with
-Saschia
A place where you can be human.
Summer is here and nothing is prepared
No fitting swim suits
No floaties
No watermelon shaped towels
But we do have marshmallows to roast
And a backyard to roast in
And board games and a family to play them with
-Saschia
A penny in a crack On the sidewalk
A dollar bill blows
Tilting side to side the way a butterfly does but less graceful
The Receipts rested on a pile of trash in the bin
Collected by a man dressed in blue
The penny is still Wedged between two squares of cement
-saschia
Why am I here
The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens
Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.
To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.
But we write alone
So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.
We hash out ideas
We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this
The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.
Maybe that’s why I’m there
To try and figure out what to do next.
Deep down %my sleeve and down my back is where the heart of this poem lies. I think I can reach it if I do yoga, then maybe I’ll clean the house and if that doesn’t do it surely I must need a nap. On second thought maybe I’ll start with tha nap.
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.
Some new shelves
Chalks and bubbles
Toys and board games for fun family game nights
I’ll get to it.
To the organizing and shelf building
I have the set up in my head.
Two benches
Th kind with cubbies on the bottom
One with a few cushions warmed by the sunlight
The other bare under the chalkboard hung on the wall
And then shelves will fill the rest of the space
I’ll fill them with books
This will be our space. The place we go for peace and reminders of our inner child.
I’ll build this space
I will
-Saschia
The tables are filled with Tacos
And all the fixens
There’s no where to sit but standings just fine
I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time
The chicken ones they go down kinda rough
But the beef ones now those are a sin
I lick my fingers and go up again
I shouldn’t I know
But tomorrow I’ll workout hard like I have been.
There is a reason why you’re here
It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you
It would be silent
A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed
It would lack the chaos of us
Trees would fall into oblivion
I would fall into oblivion.
Without you,
there’d be no us
there’d be no poetry
You are the poetry
-Saschia
These words are for you
I can see each one
placed in your palm
as a thoughtful gift
to encourage you
to lift your spirit from the pit
let’s exchange these words
for your heavy load
I’ll keep it short
I just want you to know
You’re something special
Meticulously created from freckle
To freckle
and in between them there’s your smile
It melts my heart
These words are yours and will be here when you need them
or when you feel alone
we’re going to do this
we’re in this together
from sunshine to moonrise
I’m here by your side
just one more day
just one more poem
we’re going to do this
we’re going to do this
-Saschia
I tuck the covers between my legs and Nestle in.
Comfort
I can’t even keep my eyes open
It’s time to snuggle up and dream big dreams
-sasch