Sounds
Gentler than a silent cry
And louder than the softest murmur
A racing heartbeat or
Eyes blinking only to devour the darkness of
The earliest hours of the morning
Somehow I can recollect the sounds
Of the Canadian wild geese
Flapping their wings ever so lightly
As they rode the cirrus clouds bareback
Through the... Read more
In This Life
In this life I could have been
Someone great or wonderful
Just like everybody wants to be, although
I never wanted or cared to be.
I could have climbed a tree until I reached the sky
Way up there upon the highest branch for everyone to see,
Or to be as an eagle soaring above the rest
I have been told I... Read more
Laughter
My home is the only world I can
Be myself, though- who myself is,
I have not yet learned,
The world outside my picture window I don’t believe in,
As some religion that is too far-gone for me
To come to understand,
It is within the world inside,
I stand alone, or inside this world, my home,
I can be me, even... Read more
Deluge
Light peers through a seemingly open window.
I am alone in this room, a box with a shelf or two
Where I sit pensively
Perhaps on the second shelf,
I can see the rocky shore of Monterey, my father’s colorful rose garden,
Memories are suddenly flooding
As a deluge before my eyes, that
Could have been a... Read more
Some of the people who have visited t his site have expressed interst in buying my poetry books, with illustrations, and someone suggested I write a share post about where to order it.
I think one can log onto XLIBRIS.COM and enter my name- Claudia A. Krizay and click on search- or enter the names of the books:
The first-
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