Sunday, September 15, 2013

much needed uplifting poetic vibes from p l wick, the versifier of bard valley













Our Front Range Mountain Range, declared a disaster area (heavy rains, unbelievable flooding, loss of lives/pets/homes) - the National Guard states immensity of their rescue efforts here with military helicopters, vehicles and personnel compares to Hurricane Katrina (the Guard has rescued many hundreds, even thousands, of Coloradan folk, including friends of mine, have saved many lives, and are, again, even beyond heroism) (and) (as a veteran, am re-reminded of thankfulness for having served through the vehicle of our US Army) -

now, now let's just relax into, and embrace, above/below poems by friend and fellow local Coloradan, p l wick


and,
see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen                                  darylayaz@me.com
  


Saturday, September 14, 2013

from Anisoara Ioradace, Constanta, România, trans Miss Alina Bumbac (heartfelt thanks for sending your poem/image), and, a poetic visit from Peggy Dugan French

                                                                                                    
from Anisoara Ioradace, math teacher at Secondary School nr.6"Nicolae Titulescu", Constanta, România (translated by Miss Alina Bumbac) this abstract poetic image which - - the more one looks, all the more one appreciates - - am delighted she (they) choose to share  (seedy character in lower right hand corner not part of desired poetic/artistic image)


and, from Peggy Dugan French, Cardiff, California - poet, editor of Shemom, friend -

seasons of love

spring love
we climb mountains
bask on a perfect rock

summer love
we gather with family & friends
exchange vows

autumn love
we raise two kids
pass on family traditions

winter love 
we bury parents
watch the kids leave home

forever love
we stand together
past radiant, future unfolding


and,
see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen               darylayaz@me.com

                                     (worthy associate Frosty)
                                                  

Thursday, September 12, 2013



A lovely poem from Tatjana Debeljački, Užice, Serbia (also in the latest bear creek haiku, #114)




and, from the versifying skunk cabbage of Empire, Colorado,          p l wick - -

early morning frost
burrowed down into a pail of feed
three meadow mice

                  
                            Sometimes, when I whistle
                            and Bud-dog
                            does not amble in,
                            I'll find him
                            dreaming
                            out behind the shed
                            in fender-deep weeds--
                            beside the rusted pickup.
                            Helping him up
                            onto the opened tailgate,
                            we sit in silence
                            letting summer's breezes
                            ruffle our hair.

                            old friends
                            up on blocks


see you in a moment 

ayaz daryl nielsen                                darylayaz@me.com