Thursday, May 12, 2016

free verse poem--By ayaz daryl nielsen--United States

evening wind over the meadow
clusters of blackberry thickets
with meadowlarks, again, calling 
their luminous notes, prickling 
my heavily veined hands 
and weathered skin. . .
and it seems I’m more than I was
a man, yes, quivering and awake 
yes, a man, 
awake

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)

6 comments:

  1. a hug and admiration for 'Whispers' and Karen!

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    1. Dear ayaz,

      The admiration goes both ways. You are such a talented writer and editor, a light in the poetry community. Wishing you the best with all your writing endeavors.

      Blessings,
      Karen

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  2. Ripe imagery with your summer berry goodness but mind those prickly hedgerows! Enjoyed my visit.

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  3. Thanks ayaz. I love free verse and I enjoyed your thoughts in this poem. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  4. Ayaz, This moves very nicely and I like the unusual use of "prickling" as well as the "awake" at the end--close to stunning! Thanks!

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