Biography of Claudia Krizay
I am a fifty seven year old woman living with schizophrenia. I had high aspirations as a child and adolescent but my illness prevented me from seeking higher education.Through my artwork and poetry- although quite a novice poet. I cope with major mental illness through my writing, artwork, jewelry making and nature photography. I have published three books of poetry which I have illustrated with my artwork and photography.As my father was in the foreign service I lived abroad for a large part of my childhood. now I reside in my own condominium located in Silver Spring, Maryland, am unemployed though working on a fourth book which hopefully will be published at the end of this year.
Claudia Krizay's Works:
Take Five Seroquel and Call Me in the Morning
Claudia Krizay Poems
A True Mom
From childhood memories of band aids and skinned knees, To those of losing myself to another world, You were always there for me. You were the mother in my heart,
I Found You- (For My Best Friend)
Alone in this world, Not meant for me to live in, I never knew Why the sun rose and set, why it rained so hard- My tears, my tears-That fell upon the edge of time-
Falling: Imprisoned, while Hiding- Eyes, fixed upon
A Gallant Lady
Upon every pathway I walk, I see your shadow, and In every pond and creek, I see your reflection- Upon these pathways I find the trace of your footsteps. In every thought I have, your memory is still alive.
Fear, anger, mistrust and nearly Half a century of Living in a world unfamiliar To all but myself-
This is the time of year being that everything is awakening – once again- Flowers are blooming everywhere- Crocuses, daffodils and Cherry blossoms- and Dogwood, both white and pink
When I Lost Myself
There are those who are forever searching and After many decades have passed lose themselves to another world- Although with much certainty and disillusionment I can hardly remember living much of a life in
Across The Universe
The sun sets as the moon rises above the mountaintops – Rhythmic music rings in the air as Tambourines play within a band of angels in the sky- Within a moment’s notice I would board a ship and
Faces of terror, and Mountains of madness, Climbing upward towards oblivion, I could envision
I have let go of time, I have let days disappear and As I walk down this pathway of life For a brief moment
Run, walk Do not hide- Last night and late morning- Shades of oblivion- Trees bow in rhythm with the wind outside Before and after this world was born-
In this moment I feel as if I am falling, Into a prison from nowhere, I see my shadow arabesque as I watch my reflection appear
Tears had once fallen from inside Every part of me- A breeze rustles the barren branches on the trees In the midwinter, here where
My plight isn’t what you think or What you care to believe- Just as cherry trees do not blossom in The month of January or
A dying princess;
Beads scattered upon a card table
Dribbled on the floor,
Like a Salvador Dali painting;
Floral print frock
Falls to my ankles;
The clock strikes half past twelve.
Lint eternally ground into the carpet,
No dirt devil.