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nose wide open

girl, he' got your nose wide open

yep, he sure the fuck does

i said never, ever again

would a guy affect me like this


girl, whatcha gonna do 'bout it?

gonna do nothin' 

wonderful to have a body

in my bed again

ten years of hugging

 a pillow at night


girl, why now?  why him?

God sent him to me

wasn't looking

wasn't ready


girl, why is he special?

'cause he purrs when

my hands touch him

he kisses me

and you know the rest


i've turned into 

the cat lady

a one cat lady

and i was ready

God knew more 

than I did

learning with this cat

sounds crazy

but yep, maybe I am

verdict is out on this one


Jenny Olson 8/20/24

Jenny Olston The Poet © 2024

 

 

 

Halfway to Nowhere

i stand here

feet firmly planted

halfway to nowhere

not sure which turn

in the road to take

which mountain to climb

which ocean to swim

frozen

at the juncture

of my past

and my present

striving to move forward


and yet i stay

firmly rooted in time

halfway to nowhere

what lies beyond

i can't see

and don't trust

what i can't see

but i know i need to move

i can't stay here much longer

that i do know

i'll go back to nowhere

and miss my somewhere

girl, decide

make up your mind

take the risky choice

it's where your future lies 

i take a deep breath

cross my fingers

and leap

forward

leave halfway to nowhere

where it needs to be

in my past

i shut that door

firmly, latch the lock

and go forward


Jenny Olson 8/1/24

Jenny Olson The Poet © 2024

 

 

Jenny Olson wants her words to make people feel and think. From human trafficking to freedom, addiction to recovery, from abuse to redemption. She is a survivor of complex trauma; a widow making her way in a brave new world. An emerging poet, she writes about hard things that people have done to them. Or do to themselves. Those things people don't talk about, much less write about. But to those women still stuck and imprisoned in these worlds, they need a voice and she intends to be that voice. And for those who don't know these worlds, read and learn.


 Published in various online journals and publications, and anthologies.  Instangram: JennyOlsonThePoet, Facebook: Musings of An Angry Woman

Smoke is In the Air

smoke is in the air
something burning somewhere
it's her, she's burning
the little life she has is burning
his sickness takes away
the last thing she had for herself
the life she fought
so hard to make within the walls
he built around her
no more chats before logging in
no more bitching after meetings
no more meetings
truth be told, she liked meetings
no more working from hospital
instead of working from home
her career, her identity of her
she had made something of herself
all burning up
like the end of her childhood
burned up for him, he took and took
she knew she didn't get back
but there's smoke in the air
and no way to put that fire out
It burns down to coals
that crush under her feet
smoke is in the air
Jenny Olson 4/3/2024
Jenny Olson The Poet © 2024