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Olga Valerevna Jan 2023
I put my thoughts on paper to remember where I am
to make the ink that’s running go right back into my hands
I’m privy to these words as much as anybody else
but they will do no justice if I keep them to myself

I put my thoughts on paper for another soul to read
to make the things that matter shed a Light for all to see
I’m just another human who needs love and grace and warmth
but somewhere deep inside me, I’m a  Poet’s perfect storm

I put my thoughts on paper to be closer to the sky
to wrap my heart around a faith that opens up my eyes
I know I have this body and it may not be a lot
but I can write a poem with its every single thought
I always know why I write.
Olga Valerevna Dec 2022
go move and have a cry upon a shoulder you have known
a shoulder you’re attached to like the cortical of bone
let flow the conversation even if you speak in tears
for in their salty waters lie a pendulum of years

go put your best foot forward and don’t step it back away
the Spirit you depend on will renew you if you stay
let go your dispositions, all the tendencies you have
for in their barely breathing state, they’re nothing but a trap

go back to where you were when you had only peace of mind
the body you are living in will recognize The Time
let sown be every lesson, even ones you tried to fight
for in their Truth there is no lie, there’s nothing but a Light
inspiration drawn from Joan Miró’s, “The Smile of a Tear”
December 1973
Olga Valerevna Nov 2022
I found the kind of Love in you that feeds my every part
the kind of Love that gathers all the pieces of my heart
the kind of Love that matters in the Only Way it can
: by flowing like a river to the very place I am

I found the kind of Love that keeps on going when I tire
the kind of Love that gives me strength and walks me through the fire  
the kind of Love that teaches me the Only Way I know
: by showing me the Fountain from which all of nature flows
The Fountain Kind (of Love)
Olga Valerevna Nov 2022
I’ll slowly disappear in you until I am no more
no subtle synchronicity will bring me to your door
I’ll write of you in poems and I’ll miss you in my dreams
I’ll wake up every morning growing through our in betweens


I’ll slowly not forget you and the parts of me you touched
my heart will break a thousand times and for the both of us
I’ll think of you in passing as we go our separate ways
I’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, let swiftly go the days
a poem inspired by Pablo Neruda’s, “if you forget me,” and Perry Como’s, “Sunrise, Sunset”
Olga Valerevna Nov 2022
I see You in the little things and everywhere I go
the every single in-between betwixt the reap and sow
You’re every conversation I could ever hope to have
The Words I keep inside of me because I live in lack

I feel You in the morning when I’m taking my first breath
when I am done my dreaming and I wake to live again
You are the reassurance I need every single day
The Strength I have at all in my own broken -hearted state

I know You like a Love that had the heart to bare it all
enough to be a witness to the hardest kind of fall
Our every interaction leaves me softer than a cloud
and dare I be so bold as to say all of this right now
Olga Valerevna Aug 2022
The Time put clocks inside my skin to let my body know
I’d live inside an hourglass that spilled into my bones
I’d think about the beauty of just being here at all
and hold onto my ligaments until I knew they’d gone

The Time put locks outside my soul to let my Spirit know
I’d live outside the confines of the flesh to which I’m sown
I’d think about my duty and my calling in this life
and hold onto the parts of me that never weren’t mine

The Time put socks upon my feet to let me walk again
I’d put myself in places where I couldn’t play pretend
I’d think about the moments I decided I would live
and hold onto the memories I chose to not forget
Olga Valerevna Aug 2022
I went to the ocean to swim in its waves
to take in the water, put salt on my veins
I laid in the sand to unravel within
and fed off The Sun like a freckle on skin

I went to the ocean to borrow some Time
to walk on the shore, put my toes on the line
I picked up the pieces I found on the way
and left them in places where I couldn’t stay

I went to the ocean to reap from its Peace
to wrap my whole heart in a Spirit I need
I gave up my senses to render my Soul
and understood Love like I understand Hope
“The Sun is a freckle’s favorite food.”
— my momma, Vera
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