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Olga Gavrilovskiy

POEMS
FAVORITES
35
FOLLOWING
7
FOLLOWERS
44

Gentle hands tend, mend, mind.
Smooth, seamless movements,
As she goes around her little world.
It’s dark outside,
But she is safe
Inside the confines
Of her quiet home.

Everything makes sense here,
And a place for everything.
The delicate china
Waiting for someday guests.
The lone lightbulb above the table
Her only companion,
Pots and pans put away just so.
If you don’t stack plates
In a particular sequence
They simply just won’t fit.
Life has a measured order.

When the day is done
She stands in front of the sink
And listens
To the silence.
Is this all there is?
Or is there more?
Something else?...
Something she hasn’t known before?
And she stares at herself
In the dark window pane,
Pensive,
Heart uneasy.
In the end
She retires under the layers of blankets,
Mouthing a prayer
And a Goodnight to her solitude.

And the dark outside conceals
Dangers and mysteries,
And moonlight, and starlight...

Maybe some day
She will stop asking,
And wondering,
And hiding.
Maybe one day
She will barter
Enough courage from a mouse
For bread crumbs
To open the door
And face the unknown,
And find what’s more to life.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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Tormented soul seeds turmoil.
One with storm in the heart
Brings rain.
You forced Death’s hand.
He is a gentle taker,
Guiding you for the last time
To a forgotten summit.
I saw you there,
By the lonely corpse of a tree,
Mist-piercing spire.
From the grave emerging
Gray mast of the ghost ship
That sails to Beyond.
I am left on this side of the Veil.

You chose to leave,
I stay with the living.
You found peace
In the sanctuary of a headstone,
At a grave price.
One truth hasn’t changed,
You stood alone then,
You shroud yourself
In the fog of loneliness now.
Wrap yourself in it
Like a soft, comforting cape,
As your image and memory
From the thoughts of those
Who know you
Slowly fade.

The last sunrise has set on your journey.
Your word was final.

And the tears of those who can't understand,
Tears of innocent flowers,
Will be left unsaid.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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Don’t call me your angel
I’m no shimmering white apparition.
I am a silver haired she-devil
Pulling you into maelstrom
Of feelings, sensations
That were to you alien.
I do not offer peace and tranquility,
But wind, rain and sunshine.
Cleanse yourself in me.

I will force the eyes of your soul
Wide open,
Search deep and hard,
Shred your armor to pieces,
Crack your chest unshut,
Carve your heart out to keep next to mine.
Steal life’s breath from your lips
With a kiss so tormentingly sweet,
It will make you sprout wings,
And leap off a cliff
Beaten by tides.

Down, down,
Like a bird’s first attempt at flight.
Break the surface,
Pierce the depths of my ocean.
You will drown willingly, joyously in me.
Your body, spent and torn,
Waves will push out to rocky shores.
Your eyes, brilliant blue,
absent from this world,
Lost in ecstasy,
Will reflect nothing,
Save my image, my face.

My touch is innocent,
But I am not gentle.
I am a child of Nature.
If you want all of me,
I will consume all of you.
I am Love incarnate on the prowl.
I am your heart’s crimson desire,
I’ve come to claim what’s mine.
Don’t call me an angel.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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Pale turquoise-gray sea
Lamenting departure that happened without a sound.
Pale-gray sadness of sky
Can’t stop its monotonous song
Echoed in the void
Of this pale-empty room.
Thoughts light,
And empty of grief, anger, desire...
Fingers, tired and heavy,
Mindlessly wander piano accords,
Pecking out just three notes,
Just three keys,
Just three words:

I

Love

You

Over,
And over,
And again...
Staccato of raindrops and crashing of waves
Fall in rhythm with the melody,
And my heart stops, for a beat,
Remembering,
My muse is here no more.
After torture, torment and tears
Comes clarity.
Letting go,
Sometimes it’s the hardest thing,
At times light as a feather.
Spirit again finds tranquility,
Absence will not last for long.
With a solid presence,
Caring gaze,
Hands warm
My muse will be back,
Embodied in another’s soul.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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Come, sit with me
In the quiet of our greeting.
Unburden your shoulders,
Rest those weary feet.
Ignore blinking lights,
Tune out ringing tones around you.
The world moves at neck breaking speed,
Slow down your heart,
Sit for a spell with me.

I want to know your story,
But we need not confuse
Each other with words.
I can read your beautiful eyes
Clear as day, you know.
As you look into mine,
What do you see?
I wonder...

You are not here for small talk,
I do not offer to solve anyone’s problems.
I have been here for as long as a tree.
You are naked before me,
Grief, confusion, shame, longing...
Gushing, pouring out of every crack,
Every scar of your soul.
No need for worry,
I do not sit here in judgement,
Nor do I hand out cheap fortune teller’s advice.

What will you find here,
In our silent discourse?
Peace, tranquility, acceptance, love,
Revelation, a puzzle?
Whatever it is, is yours.

I am here with you,
In this present and precious moment.
God is not in the midst of those
Who yell Halleluia the loudest,
It is everywhere,
In every fiber of you and me.      

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

2

Little bird wants to fly home,
Where her heart is.
Chasing the evening sun against desert winds,
She races big pink blushing clouds
Through purpling sky
To the horizon line,
Blazing orange ball of fire
As her guiding star.
Westward.
Flapping her wings into the night,
Over the perils of Dragon mountains.
Past comets rain, meteor showers.
Don’t have time to feel scared.
Like a falling star herself
She homes in on the porch light,
Beacon so familiar,
Where he waits, eyes searching the dark.
Solid chest homesick
For her fluttering heart.
Hands warm, missing her warmth.
Exhausted, on her last breath
She tumbles into his arms
‘There, my little bird,
You are home safe now.
Close your eyes and let out
A sigh of at-peace now.
I have you.’
His heart is home.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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you talk of being addicted to the thought of me,
that is a dangerous place
you walk on the precipice
soon you will not care and make a leap
across the canyon
towards me
that leap of faith
you will be falling
so fast that at times
your heart will forget to beat
you will feel like you’re dying without me
that is when you’ll grow wings
those wings that love gives us
at that time of falling
those wings will take you so high up
into the stratosphere
your breath will be far behind you
and your chest will feel like exploding
with that all encompassing feeling
you will feel a kaleidoscope of emotions
you will question your sanity
you will question everything
but me
I will be the unchanging constant
in your mind’s eye.
I am the beacon
I am the magnet
you’re invariably drawn to...
I am standing on the other side of that canyon
singing to you
watching you walk the precipice
court the unknown depths of that cliff

I am a siren
a few have been lured by my voice
to drown joyously in my eyes
only to be thrown back onto the rocky shore
will you survive?
will you learn how to swim in those eyes?
they were told to be powerful, those eyes
too much power...
are you strong enough to withstand the whirlpools?
are you strong enough to hold on?
are you strong enough to remember your name
while looking into my eyes?

Do you see it coming?
Do you see yourself falling in love?
Are you eager to drown in those emotions?

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

2

Branches
Bare, black branches
And forlorn grey sky
For my burial blanket.

You, vultures,
Feast on my carcass,
Tear at my fur,
Pull apart sinew and bones.
Your ravenous shrieks
Are my funeral pyre.

Take my body in shreds and pieces,
Stuff it down your throats,
Then lift me up on your wing,
Carry out your final task.
Help my heart soar
Free of Earth’s gravity,
Teach my spirit to fly.

I’m going home.
You have my flesh
As your golden coin.
Return to your nests
With full stomachs.
Digest,
Regurgitate,
Feed your babes
With what was once I.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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How tender my gaze upon you
As we lie in eternity like glaciers,
Our bodies melting into each other slowly
In half-sleep, half-dream.
I study the landscape afore me.

You look old and worn with age,
A monolith beaten by weather.
Lines tracing your face
Are like roads you’ve taken,
Straight paths and wrong turns.
All led you to me.
The white of your hair
From winter days
You’ve drudged through.
Empty, cold, and alone,
You’ve walked to me.
The far away look in your eyes
Speaks of wisdom,
A hard-won prize of trials and errors of life.
And like the night you are quiet.

My fingers travel with my eyes,
Brow, cheek, lips, nose...
You awaken to me,
And you are young,
Like the sunshine.
Mischievous smile spreads across
As an azure morning.
Sky blue eyes,
Full of mirth and wonder,
And mouth, like a boy’s,
For his first kiss eager and thirsty.

You pull me in with the strength of a cliff
Over the ocean,
And I go under, like the tide.
You are my rock,
I am your waves,
In our embrace we are inseparable.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

2

How will I know you,
There,
In that distant and alien world?
She asked.
Two specks of bright light,
Two kindred spirits
Not wanting to part,
But to meet again destined,
Clinging to one another
In a final embrace.

Feed off my warmth, do not flicker,
Glow steady, he said.
You will know me by my strength,
By my patience with a flower petal
That unravels itself 'fore my eyes,
By a few words
That someone else caught in verse
From a different lifetime.
My rose,
Most beautiful one,
You will know me
By the feeling of freedom and comfort
As you entwine your fingers with mine.

I will be new, innocent, strong,
Broken, remade, reforged
Stronger yet, as a blade
Of grass.
My path
Will take on many forks,
Full of doubt, answers,
That others want me to have
To questions I didn’t ask.
How will I find you, my Love?

Never lose faith, he said.
Just keep calling my name.
I will be lonely without you.
I will have much to learn,
I will struggle and yearn
In the darkness,
For your voice I will listen.
Just keep calling,
I will come to you.
It will take a long time,
Do not waiver.
I need your beacon to guide me.

As for me,
All I need
Is the stars in your eyes,
The dangerous curve of your smile,
Your touch that melts glacier ice,
And I will know you.
I will be home.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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Great, lonely snag,
Overturned, roots exposed,
Licked clean by salt water
Of endless tides. Naked branches
Reaching from shore sands
To where water meets sky.
Longing, hoping,
That maybe his trunk
Can provide some reprieve
To a bird flying by,
Just maybe
She could stay, build a nest,
Saving him from this solitary existence.

Wings ride the wind
Without stopping,
To more fertile grounds,
Where trees are thick
With green, whispering leaves.

Great old snag,
Desperately stretching
His arms to the skies
In an empty hope and prayer
To be something
Other than bare, forgotten bones.

At night coyotes gather round
And howl their forlorn songs
To the stars.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

2

Fellow traveler,
Don’t play hide-n-seek with the Universe.
It will outsmart you.
With our feet bound by gravity
We won’t reach wisdom of stars.
No need to search
The matrix of neurotransmitters
For answers deeper than oceans.
Pull at your heart strings
With a chord of a familiar song.
Stop overcomplicating existence.
Just Be,
Like a blade of grass Is,
Giving into the wind,
And taking in rain and sunlight.
Just Feel,
Like a bird feels
The air currents under its wing.
Just Love!
What does it cost you?
You will receive tenfold
For every smile, kiss and embrace.
Half a glass of water,
Pierced by a ray of light, is deeper
Than dark caverns of thought.
Butterfly’s wings are wiser
Than mathematical formula
For the meaning of Life.
When you discard this shell
Made of atoms,
When you leave dust with dust,
You will walk through the Veil
And witness creation.
'Til then, Love,
And allow others
To love you
In return.

©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2014

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