Young snowboarders upon the rash enthusiasm
of youthfulness, splashes of light in the alpenglow,
making mistakes, adjusting within a sense of the
genuine, and moving us further toward the sacred.
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There are no wrong words
There are no harsh winds
That can remove your memory,
shining friend,
From the hearts of us who love you.
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ayaz daryl nielsen, a veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs) and hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/125+ issues), homes for his poems include Lilliput Review, Cattails, High Coupe, Shamrock, Scifaikuest, Shemom, Whispers… and! online at bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info (translates as joie de vivre)
yay for this guy!
ReplyDeleteI agree, great writhg ayaz! Nice to see you here again my friend.
ReplyDeletethank you, Peggy! send poetry!
Deletelove this, especially the snowboarding part
ReplyDeletethanks, Jack - about to snow here in Colorado
DeleteLoved it all. You have such talent. All the very best, Ralph.
ReplyDeleteyou be the talented, Ralph!
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant write! I really enjoyed reading this amazing poem here this morning. What a harmonious piece, Great work,
ReplyDeleteRussell