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"Night Sky" By Ed Krizek

  • Dec 7, 2019
  • 1 min read

After The Hidden Moon by Birge Harrison 1907


Moon hiding behind night clouds.

Faint hearted

I stare at the painting.


The night is stark and black

like the mysteries of the subconscious.


As I gaze into the night sky

moonlight diffuses around the clouds of paint


which seems to move

with an unseen wind.


Moonlight is but a reflection of our star


just as conscious patter derives from the

subconscious.


On the precipice of speech words emerge

out of the swirling---


self, poised

to be revealed



Ed Krizek holds a BA and MS from the University of Pennsylvania, and an MBA and MPH from Columbia University. For over twenty years Ed has been studying and writing poetry. Ed enjoys writing that comes from the heart and particularly likes the work of Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Czeslaw Milosz, Adam Zagajewski, and Li-Young Lee as well as that of Sharon Olds and Marie Howe. Ed writes for the reader who is not necessarily an initiate into an exclusive poetry community. He likes to connect with his readers on a personal level.

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