These Words by PD Lyons from As if the Rain Fell in Ordinary Time,erbacce-press 2019


 

These Words

 

from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart

alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On January 29, 2021 at 12:40 am

    Thanks, indeed. Love the photo, too. It continues to be a pleasure receiving matters from you and Ireland. God bless.  e/s

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