dead, we’ll lie together
beneath a comforter
of healthy green grass
learning what we’ll need
from earth and bare root
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a blue heron calls
upon the shores of daytime
churning genesis
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finely-honed tools
gentle hands and gentle voice
weather-worn grandma
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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)
whoopee! thank you, Karen!
ReplyDeleteDear ayaz,
DeleteIt is my pleasure and honor to have you a part of this Whispers' journey. Thank you for all your encouragement and support.
Blessings,
Karen
Wow!
ReplyDeletethis series is worth pondering. I like it very much, daryl.
I loved your well written haiku. What a unique and lovely desciption of the grave. I appreciate your talent and thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteCharlene