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I live in a small town somewhere in western Canada. I am a fire officer in our local fire depatment and I am grateful to have the chance to help those who can not help themselves. I recently began writing poetry out of a need to express my feelings and as you will see, I try to put as much feeling into my poems as possible. I live life to the fullest of my abilities and enjoy the benefits of ... more »
Gene Olson Poems
The call came in early in the morning
I was dreaming of my love, so distant and untouchable... more »
The late summer breeze blows
A hint of winter’s coming snow
A hint of peaches ripe on the vine
A strange mix that makes the senses reel... more »
If my heart had wings
It could not fly any higher
Than it does when you and I are together... more »
Who are we to each other that this love is so deep?
I am your wind that blows across the open prairie
You are my tall grass that lives only to wave in the breeze... more »
I find myself transfixed by the most amazing portrait
And as I examine it with a critics eye
I become more aware of the depth
And the detail on the surface... more »
No words are needed
The distance is insurmountable
The communication could not be clearer
No satalite could transmit in higher definition... more »
The waiting is the worst part
Not knowing where your heart may be…
Is it still beating or am I wasting my time?
Has it been discarded like yesterdays trash?... more »
Comments about Gene Olson
If My Heart Had Wings
If my heart had wings
It could not fly any higher
Than it does when you and I are together
The sweet sound of your breathing
Your unrelenting breathing
Oh my…what it does to me
In your laughter I can feel your smile
I can just tell that it starts in your eyes
But, you must know, it ends deep in the pit of my soul
Your voice, so sweet and soulful
It raises my spirits whenever I hear it
It has embedded itself deep in my dreams
Oh…your sighs when we share an intimate moment
They take my breath away
As if you are breathing my soul deep ...
Thank you for your thoughts Gene [a wonderful name]
Yes, I have long since accepted the death of my Dad... it was a blessing at the time.
Sometimes I think that by writing poems that others may associate and feel better for reading them.
I love your poem of the Caterpillar... Do read my 'funny' experience of one, in my poem ' A Surprise before your Eyes' - I think you will smile. Hope so.
Sincerely,
Colleen.