In Her Glow, poem by pd Lyons. Photograph by Ron Scubadiver, Freelance Journalist


used with the permission of the photographer.

used with the permission of the photographer

 

 

in her glow
we sit pretending
so many things

like we are not old

like we are not imagining
warm alabaster
against our dark skin
fiery silk her hair
between our sure and steady fingers
a scent of jasmine
through the open windows of a moonless night
all infusing
all reviving
her fire our youth

no we are not thinking that at all

~

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So for several years now I have been lucky enough to be following Ron Scubadiver’s Wild Life – a great photo journalist blog  https://ronscubadiver.wordpress.com/

A few days back i came upon the above photo. For some reason it really struck me and i commented that it was inspirational. And then i wrote down the above on the spot. Just a little ruff bit that i kinda like and a good excuse to share Ron’s photo and invite you all to check him out

ghost of the nun who kissed me by pd lyons


new haven ct artist not remembered by photographer pdlyons

down the hallway

all asleep

whispering

into the library

out over the city

windowed clear stars

on a moonless night

me

too

unwilling

to let go

 

Today A Day For Mothers, Rightfully So,pd lyons


Today A Day For Mothers, Rightfully So

but I want to tell about those other days
like every time I see my daughter
especially how she has those
dark brown eyes

Days when I whistle or sing
though my own voice so much harsher
still my love of music comes from having heard you

And now these days of early spring
when each flower I can name
I learned their name from you

The birds I feed,
mornings in the garden
even blue jays, even crows –
joy of which I learned by watching you

and how many other everyday things?
so many more, so very many more…

so sure, you’re not “here” today
at this restaurant
clinking glasses sparkling wine
but inwardly I take my own inventory
grateful for this life
how all the days of it
truly are my mother’s days.

 

for Flora

 

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When I’m a Ghost I’ll Haunt the Beach w/ My Mother by pd lyons


for the day that s in it

Pdlyons's Explorations

Tide comes

Stronger now

Still myriad suns

Roll upon the silver breakers

Day like the tide

Has turned

Inevitable in it’s

Priceless way

But for now lingering

A little longer

Simply sitting in the sun

Breathing by the sea –

Not waiting for anyone

When I’m a ghost

I’ll haunt the beach

With my mother

The little bay

Where she’d sometimes stand

Looking out over the Atlantic

Imagining

I’d tell her its OK

Anyone with that many kids

Would imagine

I’d tell her

Everyone’s doing well

Everything worked out pretty much OK

The we’d stand

Look out over the sea

Imagining

Forever

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My Hearts Delight ~


 

 

So

not only can you gift life

you can bleed without dying ~

To 

bow before you

is my hearts

 

Delight

Slips ~25.1.21 #2 words and photos by pd lyons


 

I have lived

Long enough

To come back

Back To everything I knew When I was fifteen

Only now Certain of its richness.

 

How wonderful sixty-five is.

 

 

 

Poetry Day Ireland ~


 

 

 

 

Poetry 24.4.21

 

Who has ever told to you?

Watch your mouth

Think before you speak

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

 

Poetry says

Open your mouth

Try your voice.

Speak your way.

 

Poetry says

Express what you see.

Be who you think you are.

Learn your humanity.

Your own singularity

 

Open your eyes

Risk your heart.

Dare the world

And when the whole world

Smashes you ~

 

Poetry says

Make the next lines deep arterial blood.

 See what that’s like.

 

he could not find you amazing, poetry & photography by pd lyons


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“feed on us before you bury us” – Anais Nin

 

he could not find you amazing
he could not touch your mystery
he could re call vast wilderness
adrift among archetypal feminine
a wash among deltas
Venus like salt mingling with new rain
blood like midnights paling   lunary

a pleasure beyond wounds
a mingling beyond physicality
a hungrier type of mouth
willing to feed and to be fed upon

 

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drawn up the spectre of a planet from the limbo of lunary souls — E. A. Poe

To — — –. Ulalume: A Ballad

By Edgar Allan Poe

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174155

riverside waterbury ct

riverside waterbury ct

 

Sentences We Like


” The summer nights were passing outside like gay whores with tinkles of cheap jewelery, opened and emollient like a vast bed”

  Anais Nin

photographer unknown

photographer unknown

 

” All things were born anew when her dress fell

on the floor of his room.”

Anais Nin

paris by pdlyons

paris by pdlyons

Ali Farka Toure & Toumani Diabate – magical!


Music to be savored over and over again!

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