✨A Poem✨ Underneath this full moon bare to the bone life found me and dragged me out The moon shined down and illuminated the path home where I write and write and I read new poems -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
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From the Mouths of Writers
✨A Poem✨ Hair full of salt 🦞 and a mind filled with dreams. 🦞 Writers did that to me. 🦞 The sea rushed from between their lips 🦞 and filled my mind 🦞 with all the possibilities 🦞 I didn’t know were there. 🦞 Saschia 💫Jayne✨ Johnson
Glitchy Day
✨A Poem✨ A bunch of breaths A locked journal and a lost key Who knows? Does it matter who knows? Kiss the air Let it go Take the ride of a lifetime whether you’re together or alone Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Through The Looking Glass
✨A Poem✨ Through the looking glass there’s art staring back. Through the forest there’s music. We are gifted with possibility and at the same time we’re gifted fear. Which one wins you over? Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Where the Sidewalk Ends
✨A Poem✨ The sidewalks passes by below my feet. It doesn’t lead to the finish line but it will take me most of the way. There’s the usual cracks and bottle caps, gum wrappers and gum that lost their stick. A breeze blows blades of grass across my feet and into the road. It’s justContinue reading “Where the Sidewalk Ends”
Earned
✨A Poem✨ I tried. I dragged myself through it. I put one foot in front of the other and then I stopped because the race was over. The prize was won, only I didn’t want the prize anymore. I knew exactly what I wanted; everything I had before I tried. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Lazarus
✨A Poem✨ Inside the tomb of a sleeping man was evidence of something none of us had ever seen but we have felt the fire that burns us from the inside and lifts our old bones from the stone ready to breathe a tummy full of air Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Shoeprints
✨A Poem✨ The wiggling up my spine with a mind the shifts and alters before the checks and balances grounded footsteps toward peace or home or something I have yet to name Day by day feels like only a day away but it feels like consistency too Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
It Wasn’t Me
✨A Poem✨ The world turns upside-down sometimes and shakes those loose coins from your back pocket. Maybe they were weighing you down or you owed them somewhere. Maybe the whole floor-to-ceiling thing is favor. Could be a favor for you. Some people like to shake things up a bit. I’m not one of those people.Continue reading “It Wasn’t Me”
A Song
✨A Poem✨ Gentleness danced with me today The gift of life pounded in my chest like the words of a poet lost too soon What is this gentle life that calls me? Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
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