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Olivia Dykast Poem
Broken circles, jagged edges
smiles that fade in the dead of night
Easygoing, songs and laughter
flashing eyes put the weak to flight
Smoke and mirrors, all deception
when will the dawn break new and bright?
Heart unspoken, heart gone numb now
cold and dim, just a flick’ring light.
Bony elbows, laughs melts ice caps
tongue and cheek just to pick a fight
Heart beats faster, tears or laughter
lost in my sadness and delight.
Tangled anger, threads unfurling
stumbling, falling, a sorry sight
Deep breaths, rhythm, blot eyes softly
keep a cool face with all my might
Toss for hours, I get nowhere
call them my friends and hope I’m right.
Copyright © Olivia Dykast | Year Posted 2018
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Olivia Dykast Poem
If life was a horse race it would be more fair
But it’s a sloppy track
You don’t get a starting gate
Use what you have and run like heck
Fight for the rail and hope you’re not the one who falls
Better not finish last or it will be
Your fault
No matter where you started.
If life was a horse race it would be more fair
Handicaps would be measured
And equality ensured, strictly enforced
Each participant would be well fed
And have a clean and secure place to sleep
Not to mention clean water
And medical attention
Guaranteed to these horses
As it should be!
In order to avoid the outrageous cruelty
Which is ignored when humans live in poverty.
If life was a horse race, it would be more fair
And that would be unthinkable.
Copyright © Olivia Dykast | Year Posted 2018
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Olivia Dykast Poem
We have only windows
Past the walls that people build
A narrow view to whatever is on display
All relationships are mirages viewed through double glazing
Windows that can get dusty or damaged,
Thus the best relationships are patient
And simple, as the glass is lovingly cleaned
No complaints
Just happiness because you want to see with as much clarity as possible
The face that you fall asleep thinking about.
It is only those who are willing to love through the window
That will feel the breeze as it is opened.
That window is theirs
Your love alone does not earn you the key
Do not presume to know what they have hidden in the closets and back rooms
When the curtains are drawn,
They have not wronged you
Instead of breaking the window
Knock gently on the glass
Ask, kindly
It may be opened for you.
Copyright © Olivia Dykast | Year Posted 2018
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Olivia Dykast Poem
Dust settles
then rises slowly on the breezes of bat’s wings
Sunset fades
and midnight skies paint the water with an ebony lacquer
The Earth wakes
as artificial lights flicker and die
Edge of darkness
when will my mind start to lead me right?
The moon travels
wavering, spilling silver cream into the sky
The night slinks
across city skylines
A dull grey
replaces the darkness
Eyes open
close, open, close, blink, sigh
Shaky morning fog
spreads dawn among clouds of mist
Echos
of human shells
Bright metal
to piece the pinkness of a grey morning
Full cycle
until the sun
Until the sun yawns above the horizon.
Copyright © Olivia Dykast | Year Posted 2018
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