Olga Valerevna

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

if you thought with your heart and felt with your mind
then would you go backward or forward in Time?
if Words had a pulse and a beat of Their Own
would you feel them moving inside of your bones?
if aches of the head became aches of the heart
then would you be able to handle the harm?

if there were an answer to all that you ask
then where would you feel it or know it at last?

on impulsive behavior.
“Итак, братия мои возлюбленные, всякий человек да будет скор на слышание, медлен на слова, медлен на гнев, ибо гнев человека не творит правды Божией. Посему, отложив всякую нечистоту и остаток злобы, в кротости примите насаждаемое слово, могущее спасти ваши души. Будьте же исполнители слова, а не слышатели только, обманывающие самих себя. Ибо, кто слушает слово и не исполняет, тот подобен человеку, рассматривающему природные черты лица своего в зеркале: он посмотрел на себя, отошел и тотчас забыл, каков он. Но кто вникнет в закон совершенный, закон свободы, и пребудет в нем, тот, будучи не слушателем забывчивым, но исполнителем дела, блажен будет в своем действии.”
‭‭Послание Иакова‬ ‭1:19-25

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Return

you want to know how to remember
all the stories I’ve learned to forget
but now that My Teacher is leaving
you will have to consult your own head
begin with a vow gone unspoken
every word that is feeding your mind
then ask for a pen that is Perfect
that on paper will mend you with Rhyme
make way for a body of answers
to the questions you learned to forget
you may not remember My Teacher
oh but He’ll return soon, once again

“Вот, Я посылаю Ангела Моего, и он приготовит путь предо Мною, и внезапно придет в храм Свой Господь, Которого вы ищете, и Ангел завета, Которого вы желаете; вот, Он идет, говорит Господь Саваоф.” Малахии‬ ‭3:1‬ ‭

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Red Wreath

the Moon became crimson in color
the night that your star disappeared
I watched the whole World reach the morning
while waiting for you to be here
my memories turned into secrets
the kind only you knew to keep
I’ll see you whenever I see you
‘til then you’re the red in the wreath

for you, the intelligent star.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

Valgo Vera

I used to be good at believing
the life that I lived wasn’t real
but now that it’s nearly December
my bones are too cold not to feel
I used to pretend I was dreaming
enough to escape my own thoughts
but now that my eyes are not closing
I have not had the sleep that I ought
I used to await conversation
give meaning to moments in speak
but now that my tongue has been broken
I have nothing but Silence to seek

how suddenly, “used to’s,” start dying
when none of them bear any weight
and out comes The Time to remind you
I Was Then, I Am Now, by your Faith

Valera, Vera & Olga.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Coated Scroll

I penned you like an anagram connected to a scroll
     that poured itself like  honey  over wounds inside my Soul
I thought away my treason as I sang you like a song
and heard my voice repeating: “you’ve been with me all along”
The Sun was in your eyes the day you wandered into me
  and entered both of mine the night I thought I’d never see
         I must’ve been asleep with all the knowledge in my head
              until you put your hand in mine and woke me from the dead

awake in the dead of Winter, coated by a calm.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

When The Bed Walked

I reached out my heart to the Heavens

and the Beat of Its Winds became mine
a pulse I have never forgotten
had unraveled the meaning of Time

with Patience I walked like a Dreamer
who was waiting for Wonders to come
my lack of respect for The Silence
disappeared as I welcomed The Sun

the knots in my body were gathered
they were bound by the thoughts in my head
I woke up as sleepy as ever

I would take up The Cross in my bed

“Больной отвечал Ему: так, Господи; но не имею человека, который опустил бы меня в купальню, когда возмутится вода; когда же я прихожу, другой уже сходит прежде меня. Иисус говорит ему: встань, возьми постель твою и ходи.”
‭‭От Иоанна‬ ‭5:7-8‬

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Chef’s Drum

“this Life is a tireless battle,”
“of losses as constant as wins.”
“though daily I reckon with failure,”
“I plate all my Hope on my skin.”

“this notion has driven my sources,”
“to every last inch of their worth.”
“I prune and I **** like a person,”
“who’ll never remain on this earth.”

“this vessel has given me little,”
“but stresses surmised by a crowd.”
“I make what I make out-of-body,”
“create and destroy to empower.”

for and because of my Trudy, the Chef of all Chefs I will ever know.