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Claudia Krizay

posted 10/23/2008, comments (0)

Sounds- a recent poem.

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 Chevron

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posted 08/18/2008, comments (3)

A poem called "Denial".

Denial Along the cobblestone path I walked Somewhere along the way I lost myself. It hardly mattered, I climbed a tree or two, And there were wildflowers growing everywhere, In the springtime the sun would glance at me From behind the cirrus clouds Perhaps only to... Read more Chevron

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posted 06/21/2008, comments (2)

All My Hopes and Dreams

All of my Hopes and Dreams In some sense of the idea, I could, in all supposition, Call myself none but a peaceful and brave sailor Guiding a silver ferry boat Across the most tumultuous waves in the ocean, Hues of cobalt blue, and as The sea foam rises and washes over the deck, I listen... Read more Chevron

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posted 06/04/2008, comments (5)

Paranoia, auditory hallucinations

Mice In My Head No one could see shadows Transform into beings, And colors crashing into one another, As glass in a broken kaleidoscope. No one could see beings, Elongated, hallucinogenic, As I did that night: I did not drop acid. I conversed with the... Read more Chevron

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posted 05/29/2008, comment (1)

Paranoia

Paranoia When the rain falls hard, I see, I see, Not too far before my eyes Further behind me Everyone is talking; I have disappeared As the elevator doors Slide shut, Silently, unobtrusively, and Without justifiable warning Above the sound of the percussion of the spattering deluge As tap dancers upon a tin roof, Or before me I... Read more Chevron

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