She loves the sunsets
Something she told me today
The colors she mentioned
Were red white and blue
I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle
She mentioned ice cream
Which makes perfect sense
Then we turned the corner
And she said just one more time
“I think sunsets are beautiful”
This is one of many reasons why
I love her.
-Saschia
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Roses dug around the root
May not bloom again
But placed in the care
of a skilled planter
Its chances of flowering increase
-saschia
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
A farm land churned
and over cropped
Fruits of labor plucked year to year
I have no regrets
I’ve fed and nurtured
new life I’ve cradled vulnerable
seedlings not yet ready for the rays
of light that
brighten and burn
Tucked away silent inside
warm dark loved
A symbolic womb with a pulse
pulse pulse
-Saschia
Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave
Butter knife around the edges to release the magic
What shall I paint?
To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother
have turned pink
do they no longer honor her
Will they bloom again this spring?
Passed the roses are dandelions
passed the dandelions are dead leaves
left over from fall.
I tip the bucket and drizzle them gold again
golden leaves in the spring
discarded hedges
the ones off to the side where no one is supposed to look
I painted them.
And they glistened in this hidden place
dead leaves
discarded hedges
an exchange for boredom
-Saschia Johnson
This piece was inspired by Sculpture Grounds located in Old Lyme Connecticut.
Branches slap her skin
She runs through the place
Like it’s her own
She’s lost but she just keeps going
Webs tickle her nose
And a thousand baby spiders crawl under her clothes
She’s a forest baby This is her home
-Saschia Johnson
Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring out the best way to promote and sell it. Very exciting and very stressful. Definitely learning a lot. yay!
I admire his persistence
and oh, how his howling soothes
like the thumping inside her womb
those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth
I admire his persistence
how her beats stretch across his howl
The night twinkles
bare, bare, bare, with dull blood
Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut
A mighty hand guides you to the unknown
-Saschia Johnson
It’s a calico
and stalks our yard
with spiritual confidence
Sometimes I lift the curtain
to get a better view
It freezes
we eye each other
And it’s quite entertaining
Especially when I should be writing
When it tires of our connection
It disappears behind the bush that divides us.
Tomorrow we may do the same thing
I’m not always looking for it
and it’s not always looking for me
-Saschia Johnson
In Asian art, jade is considered to be the most powerful and mystical material. Particularly in China, jade is associated with imperial authority, heaven and immortality. The Chinese have a saying: ‘One can put a price on gold, but Jade is priceless.’ Some of the finest pieces of jade out price diamonds and are desired all over the world.
Sources
Book “The Arts Of Asia Materials Techniques Styles,” Meher McArthur
Website http://www.suiseki.com/collecting/photos2.html
Website https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/02.18.684/
While I sleep, the sea creeps into my bed
I get sea sick and toss and turn begging for land
And hot water with lemon
I grasp my sheets, my clothes, the bed
but the water has no sympathy
Finally, with no hope left
I reach for hin and shipwreck
on an island somewhere…
-Saschia Johnson
