Wednesday, March 13, 2013

A Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen

Often I go up the mountain
and rest against a quiet
rock that rose from the earth
millions of years ago
Again, this black brim hat
for a light mist this quiet
rock as my back rest
under dry aspen leaves
among the pasque, aster,
columbine and penstemon
Maybe there's more I can do
beyond what I have willed
and may have accomplished
Resting beside a quiet rock
under aspen leaves
among pasque and aster
Plenty enough for this day
ayaz daryl nielsen, poet/editor/husband/father/veteran/x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/x-hospice nurse, is editor/custodian of print pub bear creek haiku (20+ years and 110+ issues), has poetry in awesome homes including Lilliput Review (ed. Don Wentworth), Barbaric Yawp (ed’s. John and Nancy Berbrich), Shemom (most favorite person ed. Peggy Dugan French), Yellow Mama (check it out online/Cindy Crosmus most exotic of editors), Lalitamba (possibly coolest print pub in existence), ayaz has three collections of poetry in print, blog site is (which translates as joie de vivre).   

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