a football party
at a house across the street—
yellow moon grows full
chickpeas & brown rice . . .
a spider climbs down a thread
to investigate
leaves are blown from trees—
the driver with a flashlight
asks for directions
in the chicken coop
a few mice scurry away . . .
the cold autumn wind
bare tree silhouettes
against the cloudy night sky—
the dog sniffs dead leaves
crescent moon at dusk—
the squirrels’ nests are revealed
in the bare branches
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bio/graf
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poems have appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of ten chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net. Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at http://JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.
9 thoughts on “Poetry from J.D. Nelson”
Great poetry from J. D.
Always admired his writings
Great poetry from J. D.
Always admired his writings
Thank you very much, Jaylan! ♥
Sharp writing, Mr. Nelson.
Thank you very much, Damon!
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great work as always my friend
Thank you very much, J.J.!
Faded plastic grave
flowers; artificial
grief.
Poet between books,
always well-dressed
in a dead man’s clothes.
Along track rail,
a priest consults
a racing form.
Long live the short form
I like these, Alan! Three cheers for the short-form!