Wild Violet online literary magazine » Ayaz Daryl Nielsen https://www.wildviolet.net Wed, 06 Sep 2023 21:11:19 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.1.41 From crackling within https://www.wildviolet.net/2023/08/20/from-crackling-within/ https://www.wildviolet.net/2023/08/20/from-crackling-within/#comments Sun, 20 Aug 2023 13:15:43 +0000 http://www.wildviolet.net/?p=6325 Retinal neurons with artistic filters

                                          from crackling within
                                          innumerable neurons
                                          this very brief poem

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Crow and dragonfly with rose
crows and dragonflies
dewdrops on blooming roses
the constant haiku
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Peach blossom
 
all these peach blossoms
their wild, earthy green fragrance
enough for us all
 
 
]]> https://www.wildviolet.net/2023/03/26/all-these-peach-blossoms/feed/ 0 These cool green hills https://www.wildviolet.net/2020/11/08/these-cool-green-hills/ https://www.wildviolet.net/2020/11/08/these-cool-green-hills/#comments Sun, 08 Nov 2020 13:05:38 +0000 http://www.wildviolet.net/?p=6110 these cool green hills / the morning's sunlit trees / far journeys complete

 

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these cool green hills
the morning’s sunlit trees
far journeys complete

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It’s early morning and nothing’s happening,
neither the coming of light nor awakening sounds.
You sleep as the house clings to a nighttime chill,
no lights within it nor without. Awakening,
I’m awakened, seemingly my own self
as stars begin to fade and lingering
deep dreams seek further shores.
It’s early, muscle, bone, and stomach
have yet to protest as this tomorrow
somehow sneaks all around me
and, again, consecrates our home.

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overcast evening
the last five syllables of
a day like burnt soup

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The cauldron of sunset
Slight rain across the forest
A tree’s calm presence, its roots
deep under the surface of things,
hidden within earthen mold
and a mightier silence
A tree’s calm presence,
a tree’s calm presence
A mightier silence of earth.

]]> https://www.wildviolet.net/2017/10/29/cauldron/feed/ 1 Last Days of Uncle Arnold (a poem series) https://www.wildviolet.net/2017/07/16/last-days-of-uncle-arnold/ https://www.wildviolet.net/2017/07/16/last-days-of-uncle-arnold/#comments Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:20:27 +0000 http://www.wildviolet.net/?p=5337 Nebraska farm with red barn and rays of heavenly light
 
I see you
perched on a 
Nebraska hay bale  
communing with
your delirium
while all around  
the rolling
Sand Hills
gently beckon
to one 
whose life 
was lived
among them.
 
 
 
these Sand Hills, this ranch,
home for far-journeying winds, 
sandhill cranes and willful, way-
ward nieces and nephews
 
 
 
Nebraska hayfield
brother, cousins, uncle and
grandma’s dinner bell
 
 
 
our rancher uncle
as the cancer advances
I drive the pickup
on a last outdoor errand
checking on his newborn calves
 
 
 
everyone, a neighbor
 
born in the heart of 
these Sand Hills 
this remote ranch  
homesteaded by our 
Danish grandparents 
life as cattleman and
beloved uncle, sturdy 
friend of neighbors, 
surrounded by all 
who loved him
as his lifespan ends
Uncle Arnold, you 
were what poetry is
 

  

 
as twilight finds my chest
white sand, wetlands, and
rolling green hills beckon
walking among memories
on grandfather’s homestead, 
a catalogue of ranch-land,
hay, cattle, horses and
everyday interactions, of
uncle, relatives, memories 
that sing. . .  and, yes, 
I will come, crossing my 
old and worn boundaries
exhaling peace.
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