Stone steps in the dirt
A field of wildflowers
Dew drops
And a cottage filled with love
-Saschia
Tag: art
Proactive
Respect her sacred spaces
her secret garden,
her desk,
her solitude,
her thoughts
let it be hers and hers alone
and when you do this you will see
a change in climate
-Saschia
But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History
Moraldom
Moraldom
Wrap me in white and send me along,
away to a place where there’s no rules
Rock me steady on a hollow log
listen for my beats, while I drift along
Gift me your love while in white I dream
but what I want is to be alone, I suppose
watch as everything escapes from your scheme
but please oh please let my lover of prose
Sing until I’m a blooming rose.
-Saschia Johnson
Returning
Sometimes I write to escape myself
sometimes I write to find myself
other times I write just because I have to
no matter what
I’m always returning
-Saschia
Inspired by Freud’s Master Plot by Peter Brooks
More poetry? The Third Trimester
The Third Trimester
nestled in
snug as a pug
who’s unwilling to move
and uninterested in rewriting the day
Just fruit smoothies
with spinach will do
I don’t wish to handle much else
right now
-Saschia
puzzle me this…
puzzle
here are the parts
some broken
some whole and worthwhile
others timeless
but when hung together
it becomes a symphony
a novel
a coming to that
can be revealed in no other way
-Saschia
Another poem? Step
Moments of Desire
Why do I have to want it so bad
it scares me to try
I wish I could calmly face
my desires no matter how large
They say shoot for the moon
but I tend to shoot for the sky
I’m definitely a toe dipper
-Saschia
Where
Days grow
Nights shrink as I adjust my legs
There is a place here for me
Awake
not in some dreamy state
Grounded not drifting
-Saschia
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous
the drive to replace the mask of positivity
and the plague of territorial jealousy
like a jack in the box I never wound
but I love when it rains
and I love when you show your true face
the rugged one
the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit
insisting it be swiped with deodorant
the stink you wish only to release on your death bed
that is the one I wish to see
that is where love lies
-Saschia Johnson
Caged from Words
I pace back and forth
like a caged animal
waiting
for a stray hand
and an unsuspecting little one
Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention
and I can slip them between the bars
Some eye me down
and to show them who’s boss
I lick my lips
and then theirs
and then my own once again
swallow your advice
and slide me something
I can sink my teeth into
-Saschia Johnson
