Sounds- a recent poem.

Sounds

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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 sky, a deep shade of cerulean blue

Though only yesterday

I thought they were leaving this world as

I had also done

Nearly forty years ago,

It was then that I began to hear voices that would overpower

Almost any sound,

The flapping of the wings of the wild geese soaring high above the treetops

A whisper in the middle of the night, or bells that were

Cacophonously resonating within the confinement of my inner space.

These voices that so overpowered me

Though quiet in their intonations

Cruel and heartless were the words they spoke.

I wept bitterly, although

Nobody could hear my desperate tears above the

Screaming of the crickets through the greenness of

The leaves of the maple trees, as

 They bid farewell to the summer’s endless days.

Just within that untimely moment I was about to

Run from this dark and forbidding moment in time,

Ready to flee from the horrors of the near-break of day,

When I heard a voice of a different kind-

Ringing clarion as an aria as

A song that had seemingly silenced my mind years ago

Along with the waves of the ocean crashing

Against the cragged and stony cliffs

Upon the shores of the Pacific Northwest

Where my mother’s ashes mingle with the tide.

It was almost as if an angel were watching vigil over me

Telling me that I am none but beautiful –

This was the beginning of a new road for me to walk upon.

I can rejoice upon awakening as

I rise from my bed on this glorious autumn day

With utmost determination

I wholeheartedly intend to walk down this path

Paved with stones laced with silver and all that is precious,

The tolling of the bells during the midnight hours, and the

Whispering of the early autumn breeze

Shall do none but accompany me as I journey

Looking forward, never backwards-

Somewhere in the background I hear a sound reverberating, and

I wonder if I am hearing the ocean waves as they 

Lap soothingly against the rock-strewn shore, or the

Footsteps of the wind unobtrusively following me as I walk, but

In actuality I surmise

It must be the sound of my fondest reverie

Chasing the tears away I cried only yesterday…

Claudia Krizay

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