✨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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This is Life
✨A Poem✨ I tasted life today with my entire tongue and sank into the seat I placed under the sun I didn’t crave the moon but it came any way. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Reconcile
✨A Poem✨ Poof! Feathers danced in the wind a celebration of darkness or is it light? It’s home. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Neck
✨💫A Poem💫✨ Here we stand together wrapped between sheets lips to lips with words between kisses hoping we get this right only thing is we can’t get this wrong because this is living this is life. Hang on tight. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
James Joyce Haunts Me
✨A Poem ✨ James Joyce haunts me on the back porch. I pinch myself. He joins my dreams and grasps my hand letting me know I’m not alone in this world I built of words. Could have been someone else, any other writer, any other professor of life, and maybe it was, but I sawContinue reading “James Joyce Haunts Me”
The Mid Day Muse
✨A Poem✨ In a dark room a wooden table held a scroll that unrolled to reveal nothing but two dotted lines. No one could read it. No one was signing. The show still went on. The scrolls wrapped round and round them anyway Some might call it a scroll cocoon. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Fantasy
✨A Poem✨ Inside the quiet part of my mind it’s the books stacked high and spread across the table that I long for most. Hours to think and wonder and read the thoughts of all the thinkers who ever took the time to write something down -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
A Beautiful Life
✨A Poem ✨ The sun rises and sets. The moon disappears and returns on it’s own time. My smile shows up and my sadness comes for a visit. Good food comes and goes. All signs of a beautiful life. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Songs of Life
✨A Poem ✨ Glints of joy days filled with smiles the magnetic pull of a lover and the kind of laughter that bubbles up from a chest filled with pain it’s all human you know it’s healing too Do more of that. -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Light Sleep
✨A Poem✨ Lost in a daze before the screen. Words swim through my brain until a thin woman is seen. Who is this woman who keeps appearing in my dreams? It’s the recurring dreams that feel so weird like we’ve met a million times before. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
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