Monthly Archives: March 2022

Lover of Wisdom from As if the Rain fell in Ordinary Time read by the author

new haven ct artist not known


   The Lover of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen

While she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

Her father noticed, told him

Not to worry

They said it was the best place they’d been to

That they were glad to be here,

Besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black moustache

In a well-worn greasy apron said,

Always. I am your friend always!

    It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

Packing them into the jeep

Parked at the top of the driveway

When they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather.

     He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

He stayed on the other side of the jeep

Pretending to be too busy

Waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

She didn’t.

He walked around saw her walking

Down the hill with her bags

He thought – she has not come back at all then.

     Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

Her black hair veiling them

As hunched together head to head

He opened what she gave him

Wrapped in white tissues

A ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

   I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? She said.

Come on. Let me. I want to.

He had not shaved since she left

And her creamy skin could not abide a whiskered face

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The woman in the moon photographs by pd lyons

what need for those protecting/defending righteousness?

“In every instance every individual has choice. “

This statement is what every oppressor/authority fears most. For if there is choice then there is no “one way”. If there is no only one way than what need for those protecting/defending righteousness?DSC_9146

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.

The Missing Mare by PD Lyons

I went

rain splattering

glad for good boots

 a proper brimmed hat

I went

grass mud

wire fence

wooden gates

strained for sign or sound

missing mare heavy with foal

urging me on

(found this ruff in an note book from back in the horse days long long ago in the dream time hope its not too bad for you all)

no look away for america

no look away

it is through the gathering of our broken hearts

that hatred be



sorrow shared is not weakness

it is a statement of intent


Wordless Wednesday ~ Fore, County Westmeath, Ireland

enjoy some peace and quiet

all photographs by pd lyons ©2020 For more please visit, Pdlyons’s Explorations Irish American Poetry Photography Worldwide ~

Fore Abbey

through her he was to know god by pd lyons

through her he was to know god

she brought him inward

through a darkness full of wonder

empty of fear

she shared him mysteries

free from all that was jagged

it was not big

it was not seduction

it was an encompassing healing

a grace full of joyful weeping

silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion

 New Haven



along marvellous streets

 the girl walks on her toes

sneakers let the ballet peer out with wonder


amid this morning garden slipping into the shade

who is it gives you pentagrams

whispers water lily secrets

when your mornings get too heavy?


Leaving the Stars behind

I call you flower by moonlight

you call me cypress by spring

I watch you from evening

change grey misty morning

across the spider down day

16 3. 73.



WHAT WOULD THE MID NIGHT DO, poetry by pd lyons


What would the midnight do with fingers?

Braid your hair while you were sleeping,

Pick green apples from the trees,

Count the legs on centipedes?

Prick them on a whitethorn hedge

Seeking out the vixens den?

Weave   the  constellations new again?

Touch your dreams with deeper meaning?

Select an ancient instrument of bone,

Dedicate that music to the moon?

with wings







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