Pdlyons's ExplorationsOld Shirt
days
walking laying
sleeping eating
over-steamed radiators
warm spells February spring
But
the colour is good
fit is right and when I catch myself
passing mirrors in hallways
bathrooms
shop windows
turned off televisions
Stop
and/or
glance
who am I
breath caught a moment
Old shirt smell
still me
still who I was
and am now
in need of a shower
as published by The Legendary http://www.downdirtyword.com/authors/pdlyons.html#ps
Grandview Avenue
We were walking
Hand in hand
Up the hill
In the rain
I had your bright red scarf
Wrapped around my head
Traffic swished by
Lights on
Wipers squelching
We didn’t know what the day would bring
But I turned my face up to the sky
Trusting my own two feet and you to guide me
(Waterbury Ct 2011)*
* this is a slightly revised version as compared to that published in 2011 by Railroad Poetry Project.
today when i sit at the little outside table the kitchen door in the rare gem of Irish sunny summer i think what if i really focus on those things that i don’t really know. like when those birds sound – instead of just concluding birds what if i allow for the fact that i don’t really know what they or that is – how could i describe what i call bird to someone who had no idea of bird? what is bird if i leave behind the concept of bird. what is sky? what is wind against what is skin, my body, what is the heat, what is sun? not just what we name things but what really are these so-called things? in that relinquishment of naming there is a kind of space a kind of freedom and what is this freedom? what is this space? not their names – but the who I am is that.
oh those days of sun and clotheses
Old Shirt
days
walking laying
sleeping eating
over-steamed radiators
warm spells February spring
But
the colour is good
fit is right and when I catch myself
passing mirrors in hallways
bathrooms
shop windows
turned off televisions
Stop
and/or
glance
who am I
breath caught a moment
Old shirt smell
still me
still who I was
and am now
in need of a shower
as published by The Legendary http://www.downdirtyword.com/authors/pdlyons.html#ps
How You Look Today
you ask for
softer clothes
something
complimentary
to nudity
you remember
types of
warm
lips
firm fingers
drapesing rhapsodly
you think of time
patiently
savouring lozgenly
past loves
live moments
even regret luxurious
soon wrapping
silk confidence
check mate your way out
silver day bright
sheer white
high altitude blue
a waiting
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