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)
a hug and admiration for 'Whispers' and Karen!
ReplyDeleteDear ayaz,
DeleteThe 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
Ripe imagery with your summer berry goodness but mind those prickly hedgerows! Enjoyed my visit.
ReplyDeletegreat one my friend!!! cheers!
ReplyDeleteThanks ayaz. I love free verse and I enjoyed your thoughts in this poem. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
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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