A Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen

Poems, escaping

Dodging my pencil and skipping from
the study, whispery gossamer chortles
seep into daytimes and night dreams
from somewhere just-so-slightly beyond
any possibility of remembrance.



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