✨A Poem✨ It’s not til it’s time to live that we realize we’ve out grown the swings The flowers bloom and the butterfly breaks free from its chrysalis We stand frozen thinking the birth of the butterfly is the end. Saschia Jayne Johnson
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Moonbeams
✨A Poem✨ I closed the gate but that didn’t keep out the moonbeams that shined on the daisies dancing in the evening breeze -Saschia Jayne Johnson If you enjoyed this poem,you’ll love my ebook! Writer’s Quest: A Triptych
In a Poets Mind
🖤A Poem🖤 Inside the mind of a poet you’ll find ticket stubs to dreams lived and dreams lost scattered stories that make no sense at all dialogue etched into streams of thought love, probably more than most and visions of a world we’ve yet to live I think there’s more and to tell it allContinue reading “In a Poets Mind”
Seasons
✨A Poem✨ Breathing through a straw chin tilted toward warped sunrays the sound if life whooshed past in a moment but in the twinkle of an eye a new life is born -Saschia Jayne Johnson If you enjoyed this poem,you’ll love my ebook! Writer’s Quest: A Triptych
The Movement
✨A Poem ✨ The black curtain draped over parts of me that run in the background. Sometimes the winds blow and it covers me entirely wiggling fingers reach toward all the little things that bring me joy, most likely, it’s you. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
The Celestial Stream
✨A poem✨ Two kissing fish flowing through the celestial stream a golden glow just so you know, we’ll always be here with you. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Living is an Art
There’s an art to this to be alive to kiss the stars with my feet planted side by side. Don’t ask what I sacrificed I’d not suggest it. But there’s an art to this thing called living. -Saschia Jayne Johnson If you enjoyed this poem, you’ll love my ebook! Writer’s Quest: A Triptych
The Ticking
The clock on the wall and its incessant ticking Dust drifting from the ceiling It isn’t always so loud some days the fan spins and the breeze blows into the blue curtains It’s not always so loud but it is always ticking -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Leapers
✨A poem ✨ A million cliffs and leaps into the monster’s mouth sandwiches under the sun Some people don’t make it back for sandwiches but we’ll still be there I don’t know if we’re supposed to be at the edge of a cliff making leaps but that’s where we meet by the sea. -Saschia JayneContinue reading “Leapers”
Wood Floors
✨A poem ✨ The wooden floor collects the dust of those before me in the cracks where the past lives thrive and a broom can’t reach -Saschia Jayne Johnson
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