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
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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 ThenContinue reading “The Awake Version”
Yes
The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth Not a squeak to em The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway beams dance on the floor Wiggling to some translucent beat I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat Shadows scatter I freeze to admire the sight I stand still confident in the shadows returnContinue reading “Yes”
#Amwriting
I want to write I want to stretch my fingers And let em go Typing typing typing away Lost in adventures Lost in the scenes Pushing pushing through the pain Typing typing Eyes closed eyes squinted Teeth gritted Pushing and typing Hoping that finally a stiff book baby Will exist in my hands -Saschia
Blank-ness
The words won’t slip out. My legs twitch with electricity and my mind black as the deep blue. I’ll fish and meditate and search for a hook but when nothing comes all I have left is a defensive rotation between force and small rests -Saschia
My Sleeping Baby
She sleeps sitting up Cradled between two couch cushions I toss her favorite blanket over her legs Even though I know she’ll kick it off She has her hands tucked below her chin and her knees pulled in I lean in to hug her and kiss her little head covered in brown locks And tellContinue reading “My Sleeping Baby”
Filter Down
Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos Even still, I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy toContinue reading “Filter Down”
Background
I don’t really have anything left to say I could write some happy bullshit I could write the emo shit I love But I don’t have it in me Momming is all I have to do right now Everything else has sunk back into the background
The Penny
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
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.
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