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

A real woman Is made of flesh, blood, and pride She reveals her thoughts from inside One day she smiles and tomorrow she cries At times she has a dreadful glare in her eyes If she pleases, she belches after a can of beer A real woman is bold and suppresses her fear She listens to a man but does not obey him She leads her own life but never betrays him In an elegant dress she enjoys making heads spin A real woman knows she's more than makeup and skin In a tee and khaki pants she feels better than ever She cares for herself 'cause she's not young forever She jogs in the mornings with her pulse beating fast Stepping through mud puddles, she's having a blast Though unintentionally, she crushes many young hearts She learns from her past because a real woman is smart No, she's not a lady, her style is rather fragrant than mild She does as she pleases. A real woman is wild.