Whitney Jones Olson

Rookie (August 14,1982 / Indiana)

Whitney Jones Olson Poems

1. On Ginsberg's America,1st Part 5/2/2006
2. On Ginsberg's America,2nd Part 5/2/2006
3. On Ginsberg's America,4th Part 5/2/2006
4. On Ginsberg's America,5th Part 5/2/2006
5. On Ginsberg's America,6th Part 5/2/2006
6. Sights 5/2/2006
7. It Is, Beginnings 5/2/2006
8. It Is, Abstractions 5/2/2006
9. Secret Garden 5/2/2006
10. Let The Circle, Canto Ii 5/2/2006
11. Dreaming / Waking 5/2/2006
12. Protest Against Homogenization 5/2/2006
13. Eros 5/2/2006
14. Massage 5/2/2006
15. Ink 5/2/2006
16. Terror In Technicolor 5/2/2006
17. When Parted 5/2/2006
18. In Passing A Memory 5/2/2006
19. Manifesto 5/2/2006
20. First Impressions (An Observation On Authority) 5/2/2006
21. Myopia, Cataract I 5/2/2006
22. Myopia, Cataract Ii 5/2/2006
23. Cinnamon Cellar Door 5/2/2006
24. Junker 5/2/2006
25. Vulnerable,2nd Movement 5/2/2006
26. Vulnerable,3rd Movement 5/2/2006
27. Healing Continued: Remember 5/2/2006
28. Healing 5/2/2006
29. Impresario 5/2/2006
30. Air; Sustenance 5/2/2006
31. Statement Of Purpose 5/2/2006
32. Realizations 5/2/2006
33. Scribblings, For My Husband When We Dated 5/2/2006
34. Never Never 5/2/2006
35. Let The Circle, Canto I 5/2/2006
36. Flow 5/2/2006
37. Elemental 5/2/2006
38. Eschew Erudition 5/2/2006
39. An Impressionist's Dream 5/2/2006
40. Ephemeral 5/2/2006
Best Poem of Whitney Jones Olson

Taken Aback

i am taken aback;
i question your strength,
your revelations;
your integrity.
i put myself;
in a position you do not accord me,
and as always,
watch with a guarded
heart that is a reflection.

i wrote about you once.
About the completion of your character, and the colour of your eccentricity.
i wrote about you on a sweet, sad Spring day while taking my solace on the bittersweet ocean of deadened desire.
Although my actual perspective is long since destroyed,
i recall comparing you to a nearly nymphette cocktail waitress, and finding you wanting....

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Sights

Just an arch in the spine of a widow –
Just the hem of a skirt in the distance –
Just the stain of disappointment in his headlights –
Just the shape of your sigh in the mirror –
Then the dust on a missive in the windowsill –
And the slick of the fog on the grass.

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