Waves rush over me
I sink in and
let them run their course
Breathing in uncertainty
exhaling relief
until I’m released
back into still waters
-Saschia
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A soft glow of light just outside my window hums a tune that takes me away for a moment. Under my down comforter I sip from a glass that doesn’t quench and air out all my thoughts that lack depth
-Saschia
Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied
where man is winged and birds speak
this is where I write from
and also from my heart
even when it seems meaningless
it is something
it is a piece of me
and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself
because for some reason I think I’ll need them
-Saschia
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Nesting
boxes, bins, and labels
where to put it
where to put it
space saver clutter buster
ugh, I broke a nail
garbage bags empty boxes
bend bend bend
batteries screw driver
or is it an Philips head
whatever, as long as it fits
The baby’s coming
deep breath
baby’s coming
-Saschia
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He’s A Writer
We have a writer in our midst
He’s wild, and uncouth and
scares the others away with
his insane laughter and honest mouth
but the truth is
I want to hear everything
he has to say
-Saschia
Your story needs to be heard
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Coming Back To Life
The bare trees will begin to bud again
the flowers will crack through the soil
and bloom and amaze us with their colors
We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun
and our thoughts will be on simple things
like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches
or beach days scented of sea salt and sunblock
those days are coming where we
will come to life once again
-Saschia
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My Light
You are worth more than a thousand words
you’re worth the search that never ends
As long as you are the light at the end of my tunnel
I’ll always have something to strive for
-Saschia Johnson
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
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 soul
-Saschia
Silly Billy
The words that drift out of me are sometimes a shocker. Who’s that man with the big moon eyes? Who’s that girl with the upside down curls? If there is a time we need to think it’s now, but thinking is entirely too much work so we busy ourselves with tasks. Redundant tasks that require little to think about. Tap a pen tap a tap pour the beer and give a smile because they love the smiles. Rest is something we need but too much is no good we need just the right amount. Google-me-drids is that a thing? Who gets just the right amount? I’m either tired from too much or from not nearly enough. Twinkle-me-timbers my toes are cold or I’d be napping right now.
