Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

It's a most paradoxical season Of candy cane lane and seasonal depression Some call it the winter blues When the days are short and often cloudy And the nights are frigid and black People forget how to drive And your socks are always wet There's an aura of chaos and mayhem At the local shopping mall Santa Claus grumbling behind his beard, overworked While people shop for things, stuff, and gizmos Will he appreciate the stand mixer (50 percent off)? Will she like the stainless steel bracelet? Will they be happy to see a Barbie dreamhouse Under the Walmart Christmas tree? It's hard to think, with all that noise That's part of the reason for winter blues When my skin is dry and scaly And my ears are constantly cold My body always too chilled or too hot Everyone sneezing around me But, it's beautiful too The snowflakes catching on my coat As we ice skate under the stars Time stopping still 'Cause the only cure for winter blues Is a steaming cup of cocoa And good com...

The tinsel on the tree Chocolate in the bowl Santa on the mantle Streets engulfed in snow This Christmas is a special One; I look back on a year Filled with bliss and chaos And pockets of despair I wrap my woe in tinsel Eat candy to sweeten My heart; look at the Snow out the window To drown in bitter cold I always thought I was Made of ice, and that Doom was at my door For who could love a frigid woman, who could Melt a polar soul? This Christmas is a special One; this Christmas I'm not cold This year I'm fuelled by Sparks flaming in my Chest; I'm heated by My will to move on To embrace the year ahead

In my mind, everything is dark and bitter like coffee from a gas station, My eyelids swell from the stress and they are unable to close so they peer into the night (I’m not an owl, I’m human, you see), But in the morning, when the snow thickens and the slush puddles reach my ankles and the sunlight hits me on the cheek (so sweet, so sweet), I cannot help but to lift my lip in a peculiar, unnatural way, so that it curves like a semi-spiral, this curve, some call it a “smile”, I like to leave my footprints in the fallen white snow, because I like to think that I have made some sort of impact on this world (if not a major one, then at least let me be remembered for tampering with mother nature), I like to look at the children thrilling themselves by rolling down hills on poorly put-together plastic sleds (but they are rosy and happy), And mother and father stand by the edge, also smiling but alert, checking their child’s safety, the weather, etc. What a marvelous...