ayaz daryl nielsen: Seven Poems

moments

window beside desk
rumble of evening
a day’s leftovers as
blood and ink mix
writing my presence
naming my deities

——

You and I

Have been. Will be. Are.

——

The pattering wings of
late night snow across an
almost empty street

Walking unnoticed among the flakes
as if an oceans cold, hushed depths

Boots shuffling along the sidewalk
Faint glimmer of our porch-light…

——

close, sultry afternoon
a windmill daydreams of its
rain-bowed multi-winged hero
flitting, scrabbling dragonfly

——

window left open
the city still quiet
Spring…
morning rain

——

rapacious hawk in sunlight-
as if a veil is
suddenly removed,
an archangel soaring
closer to the divine…
humbled, and suddenly
stuffed full with grace

——

deleting another poem
I’m without words for. . .
power squandered,
my laptop
sighs
_____ turns
___________itself
________________off

 

ayaz daryl nielsen, veteran, hospice nurse, ex-roughneck (as on oil rigs) lives in Longmont, Colorado, USA. Editor of bear creek haiku (30+ years/140+ issues) with poetry published worldwide (and deeply appreciated), he is online at: https://bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com

 

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