✨A Poem✨ against the keys against the darkness far enough to see the light falling forward into something I never knew I could be Saschia Jayne Johnson
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My Favorite Day
✨A Poem✨ The sun kisses my dreams and reminds me today is a new day Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Sick Day
✨A Poem ✨ Glass of water down the hatch bottle of water down the hatch Bowl of soup sipped slow Cup of tea sipped slow Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
You’re Art
✨A Poem ✨ A smile creeps across her pale cheeks as she writes her muse back to life. “There’s more to this life than muses!” She jots that down and smiles some more. “Find your own inspiration in the woods in the books” She spins around dancing in the moonlight and there her muse isContinue reading “You’re Art”
Worlds Collide
✨A Poem✨ The noise sunk beneath oceans regardless of my focus our worlds collide without my permission on the evening of the blue moon Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Ease
✨A Poem✨ The old wooden wheel turns traveling miles and miles. I appreciate a plate full of gooey chocolate chip cookies with nothing on my mind. Pulling a curl behind my ear, I look around and smile at a chubby bee seeking out nectar in the dangling blue bells. Just ahead, the sky kisses theContinue reading “Ease”
In honor of the Blue Moon
Too Present to Fear the Past
✨A Poem✨ Specks of dust drift to the ground settling between the floor boards. Ancient history in my blood but too far to startle me. I drink from a wine glass filled with water and snap my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Outside is brimming with games of tag and brief moments toContinue reading “Too Present to Fear the Past”
Words of Affirmation
✨A Poem✨ lips against lips I swallow words after I let them linger against my tongue I taste the way they sound as my brain lights up and asks for more Saschia Jayne Johnson
Truffles
✨A Poem✨ Truffles Revisited Golden box filled with a cryptic desserts The folded paper to decipher which chocolate is at the tip of my tongue Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I tip my head back and baskContinue reading “Truffles”