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 ofContinue reading “Her”
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Will Write For Tomorrow
Light in the distance A globe or maybe an orb It flits around the corners of my heart Dashes against the edges of my mind I look and touch and smell What it may be like I want things a way Smooth oiled machines But life isn’t so oiled It’s jagged and rough There areContinue reading “Will Write For Tomorrow”
Retreat
I have retreated from the battlefield and left my fears to rot I have pitched my tent and opened a flame -Saschia More poetry at Jayne.Press Snuggles
Timeless
Days go by time is lost I’m no longer sure what day it is can’t get the hands on the clock straight but it’s ok, it’s ok that I’ve lost track I’ll be back on track in no time I just want to enjoy this timeless space while I can. -Saschia
nowhere
jumping jumping from thought to thought they lead I lead but none of it feels quite right -Saschia More at Jayne.Press…. Art
on my back
the pain is relieved from my hips and my pelvis between tiny contractions is heavenly rest pillows prop me and I dose off thinking of what it will all be like when she’s here -Saschia Johnson Unfocused
Unfocused
There’s a breeze and a howl there’s a dance I’ve missed one I’ve longed for and one I remember stomach pains and a kick in the rib my mind squanders and so I do too I’m here then I’m not I’m connected then drifting oh the fires of life burn so strongly in my soulContinue reading “Unfocused”
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…..
My Wishes
The times I wish for are the times my family is at their best. That they are full of peace and love. That fear and doubt are far from their door. And that they are prepared for the worst times as well as the best.
goodnight
This is a poem about nothing I’m just writing this to sleep better and maybe wake up better There’s a million things to write about but I’m not choosing any one of them because the only purpose for this poem is a good nights sleep -Saschia
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