ayaz daryl nielsen

ayaz daryl nielsen was born in Valentine, Nebraska, attended schools in Minnesota and Wisconsin, has lived in Monterey, Mexico and Bonn, Germany, and now lives in Longmont, Colorado, with his beloved wife, poet, and analyst, Judith Nielsen.

A veteran, former hospice nurse, and ex-roughneck (as on oil rigs), he has been editor of the print publication bear creek haiku for over 40 years and 185+ issues. ayaz can be found online at bear creek haiku—poetry, poems and info.

ayaz daryl nielsen’s poetry has been published worldwide, including senryu chosen in 2010 and 2012 as "best of year" by the Irish Haiku Association, chap-books include haiku - tumbleweeds still tumbling, and, Rain in the Night Wind (Kind of a Hurricane Press). Among other deeply appreciated honors, he is especially delighted by the depth and quality of poets worldwide whose poems have found homes in bear creek’s print and online presence.

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► ayaz daryl nielsen's microchap links & selected poems are available below. Download the PDF by clicking the title.

Origami Microchap	Poems
heart-to-heart
Click title to download PDF Cover collage by JanK •	home somewhere ahead of me on the road again words clothed in nurturing garments our poetry	rose colored clouds unfold scent of sunrise working with a poem the bus leaves without me look! this sliver of a moon it’s grinning!	from now on streets will only run heart-to-heart • ayaz daryl nielsen © 2023
imprints of love
Click title to download PDF Cover - Longmont CO view from elevation.maplogs.com •	roadways through our lives among the many tire tracks these imprints of love lap cat licking my tears	upon my good-luck tattoo your familiar caress a weekend we own waltzing in the living room among the green plants	just drinking moonlight and thinking about our earth the garden of us this day is singing we’ll cross any old boundaries exhaling peace (adios for now!) • ayaz daryl nielsen © 2022
the colorful hues
Click title to download PDF Cover by Lauri Burke:: How Can We Broach This Wall Between Us •	like a child’s drawing evening’s radiant sunset the colorful hues fading twilight sky as if going somewhere else beyond all darkness	murmurs in hallway something gentle about them friends enter our room sturdy old maple my great-grandparents, also, rested in your shade	nation-wide virus my grandfather’s bandana hanging from my face drifting toward the shore I know not where it came from an empty rowboat • ayaz daryl nielsen © 2021
grandfather's stetson
Cover collage by JanK	grandfather’s stetson rests upon the closet shelf a firm presence together call of loon, glow of firefly we grow older	it was far away it was a long time ago my heart remembers evening fades the hue of grandmother’s bed-time prayer	above the marsh something birdish in the reeds unseen wholesomeness listen closely... small creek flowing over rocks in complete silence • ayaz daryl nielson © 2020
premonitions of an eternity
Cover collage by JanK •	the silence within forgetting premonitions the year ends dark cold with its black nights, deserted rooms, desolate avenues with pale buildings, mad chatter amidst quarrels, premonitions of an eternity	the world empties my heart the sounds of silence forgetting, of a left open mirror, of an open doorway, of prowling new things reaches my ears the geese flying low a snowdrift in our garden all as it must be	birds have taken flight and I, alone among ... fallen flower petals end of another season fluttering butterflies on flowers move peacefully in gardens even while we sleep s new backyards ’ each day always filled with motion, the spiritual movement within all corners of earth • ayaz daryl nielsen © 2019
proof of love
Click above title to download PDF Cover: Speak with the Tongue of the Wild Rose by Lauri Burke * Every microchap may be printed, for free, from this website. •	an odd evening everyone is lined up at someone else’s door the problem seems to be nobody is home to invite us in for treats and warm conversation - my feelings scamper on ahead of me your door opens just as I arrive	someone at this table seeks a conversation wants to be heard it takes awhile before I realize it’s me There are no wrong words There are no harsh winds That can remove your memory, shining friend, From the hearts of us who love you. - small things their own story a worn trowel proof she loved her garden	I have not washed the linens on our bed as I said I would They carry your lingering scent and I am this much less alone When you are safely nearby, clean linens will be drying as I wait beside the unlocked door of an open home and heart. • ayaz daryl nielsen © 2016

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