✨A Poem✨ A man body with a bloom for a head red petals spread filled with life. The divine connection comes through the roots and it’s there inside you. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
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And So It Begins…
✨A poem✨ Explore with me take a walk with me lets see where it all leads maybe it’s nothing you could have ever dreamed or maybe it’s something you already know It’s worth a look, don’t you think? -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Kiss Life
✨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
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”
Kiss from Another Dimension
✨A poem✨ The “universe” a word that perks the ears of those who believe and those who don’t. From the tiniest cell to the thoughts in my mind of you What does the word do to you? -Saschia Jayne Johnson
God
A poem Hands held in the darkness Held in the light Words whispered inside our heads bounce off the sun and into the heart of God -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Heard
A poem hints on the bathroom walls in the creak of an old door step through the threshold not the walk of shame but not far from it Lift your chin find the words and scribble them down before life echoes your words to the world before you even get a say in the matter.Continue reading “Heard”
A Peek Inside
A Poem Peel it all away and you’ll find spiders dangling from portfolios filled with life’s great wisdom Some pages, never read some, ink stained with coffee rings and folded edges But deep inside this mind it’s just me and my old fisherman waiting out the storm. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Do You Need Words?
This thing we have it’s biblical. Feels as sacred as the womb of a woman who saw Jesus. You know this thing we have runs deeper than most. I lay my bones at the foot of our holy place. Chest against chest. Bones against bones clatter and dance. Tongues dipped in wine dipped in kisses.Continue reading “Do You Need Words?”