The Poetry of Ed Krizek

Perfect Ambition The sunny rain drips wet light Across the trees Forming a rainbow spectrum In the morning air. A Cardinal sings for life. Two gray squirrels sprint after each other, Up the oak tree and around the grass Their small lungs gasping I throw open the window coated with Resin from thousands of dead cigarettes My lungs fill with life. My heart pumps its electric energy. In the clarity of the light I remember my dreams As you lie sleeping In the bed where we made love last night. The painful aspirations of childhood To great thoughts and great deeds Disperse like dust in a pool Of liquid satisfaction. Why remember the striving for glory? Why test will and strength against The cosmic chaos? What more do I want? The coffee water boils over And the roasted smell of freshly ground beans Spreads in the air as I fill your cup And place it next to mine on the wooden table.. I wake you And we drink our coffee Together As the day begins.

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Threadbare

Cashmere is a fine fabric. I like its soft warmth. The cloth molds to my body, Yet, retains its original shape. The coat remembers its form. Cashmere is a fine fabric. Dad is gone. I keep the coat, And wear it When I need to remember. Cashmere is a fine fabric. Dad chased Mom and Sis across the lawn, Crying with passion of love, And displaying the twisted purity of his soul. I remember him.

Cashmere is a fine fabric. A pocket offers a lost love’s dead letter. She sought solace in my arms, And destroyed us both. I remember her. Cashmere is a fine fabric. The black spot on the sleeve Won’t come out! My arm burns with years of stained optimism I remember hope. Cashmere is a fine fabric. There can be no joy in the world greater than mine. As I move close Wearing the tears in my heart’s song, My spirit remembers love.

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