The words that drift out of me are sometimes a shocker. Who’s that man with the big moon eyes? Who’s that girl with the upside down curls? If there is a time we need to think it’s now, but thinking is entirely too much work so we busy ourselves with tasks. Redundant tasks that requireContinue reading “Silly Billy”
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Spring Painting
Stone steps in the dirt A field of wildflowers Dew drops And a cottage filled with love -Saschia
A Home Full of Hope
Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean…..
It’s All History
The twigs snap and the leaves crackle beneath me This is where I recharge and reboot I don’t always wish to be there but it’s where I end up Beneath the breathing branches and budding leaves -Saschia Johnson Don’t stop here keep reading… Returning
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 escapesContinue reading “Moraldom”
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…
Step
Step one foot at a time hope for joy accept but don’t settle look both ways but don’t get stuck waiting for a green light
Under Construction
There’s construction on the bridge makes me not want to cross it even though the construction is being done underneath it just slows things down There must be another way -Saschia Where
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
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