Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I dreamt that you and I were beneath a cherry tree (The one that you planted in the dark soil for me) The earthworms slithering at our feet The taste of the black currants so sweet I miss those days when the world seemed grand Even on the smallest, humblest slice of land Who needs TV when you’re lying with me Underneath the shade of the brown walnut tree? Running water and light are mere luxuries It’s like the human race has caught a disease We’d all be happier on the earth with the beetles The grass prickling our skin like small needles The smell of the carrots, tomatoes, and beets Tingling our noses in the dense summer heat Let’s go back to when simplicity was at its prime When we had no worries, and only had time Image source: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Pastoral-Scene-Cows-Resting-in-the-pasture/868810/3618067/view

"Most of us, even if only for two minutes in our lives, have experienced at some time or another an inexplicable and random sense of bliss, unrelated to anything that was happening in the outside world..." (Elizabeth Gilbert) That moment of bliss happens from time to time It happened to me today when I was walking through the forest Fully feeling everything with my five senses Feeling the gravel and crunch of dead brown leaves beneath my boots Hearing the creaky moans of the old trees in the wind Seeing hues of fire, gold, and bronze Smelling the morbidly sweet smell of decay Tasting the moist air on this October day If October were a person, she would be beautiful But not beautiful in the mortal, conventional sense She would have chestnut brown hair, ragged Tangled with twigs and birch bark Her face would be hollow, delicate, like petals in the fall Her dress would be tattered, drooping at her shoulder Moths, caterpillars, and spiders caught in the fibers o...

Everyone needs a tree. Something stable, strong, and fruitful. I need an oak in order to see everything that is beautiful. I need a tree in order to inject the life back into me. So that my veins can be as luminous as the leaves. When it's hot and I'm suffering from anonymity, I can always rest in the delicious shade and be free. Because the tree loves me despite my constant doubt. It's because it cannot see. It just loves me inside out. It's sturdy to lean back on. To read around. To climb on. The tree is my life and when it is gone, I'm gone. There is so much about this tree that I do not know. It's roots I cannot see, although they continue to grow. I just know that it's strong. It's giving and it cares. I've never seen this oak but I know it's always there. Cause when I close my eyes and beg for mercy or a prayer, I see the same thick branches and the same tree's always there. It's my one oasis of strength. It's my...