Thursday, August 28, 2014

Ayaz Daryl Nielsen- Three Poems

Solar Beings                                                                                                

Solar beings, we circle again as 
the sun hisses ‘This is it!  Time 
doesn’t return what night winds 
sweep away, those dark winds 
never blow the same way twice - 
and, hidden!  Hidden is even the 
faintest murmurs of your inner 
magic!’  Our sun insists, ‘Sacred-
ness can always be recovered!  
Merge the known and the un-
known, the past and the future, 
into one solar presence without 
any neediness of claiming any-
thing other than chance from 
every sun-lit street corner’s 
zephyrs of celestial existence’


days of rain glide 
under our bridges
pluvial acolytes and 
disciples of rivers
an older us whom 
wonder embraces

Constant celebrants of
the boundless Mardi Gras
Thrumming our melodies
within echoes of footfalls
from each and all of us
Well, imagine that! 
Thrumming melodies
within echoes of footfalls
from each and all of us!

ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/120+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Writing the Whirlwind, Shamrock, and! (translates as joie de vivre)

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