Pdlyons's Explorations
Summer
Days counted like folding clothes
Coffee cups by the window
Back garden a dream
Seeds for someone else’s future
Old dog
Patience learnt
Waits quiet
For a sign
A whistle
A name
A dinner
A walk
A pat on the head
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For my friend ~ Molly
No matter how hard I wait,
Rain won’t stop any sooner.
I can focus on streaming bay window panes.
Or distance, green as it is rolls up to a still bare tree line.
Or even something unrelated like a little pile of shit left by the neighbour dog.
Could I stand here all day?
Instead get dressed,
Yoga later or maybe not at all.
There is a softness an absence of anxiety allows.
A nonchalant free from worry over what to do,
When after all there is nothing .
Things will remind me, no matter what I choose.
Tears a lot like rain,
Seem to never stop until they do and
Then they don’t
Again
.
i dont want to talk to you
maybe show you maybe not
little more to the left but not really so close as all that
morning when the door knocked open
let no one enter without waking me
barefoot naked knife in hand
out the back three flights down
running i almost followed
almost let the dog go
But by then he was gone.
little more to the right but not as close as all that
night arguing about something
and where was the dog
what did he do
the fuckin dog
didnt you really mean
why didnt i do something
equally raging i wanted to know
why didnt you do something
why didnt you make it different
he came back alright
But by then you were gone.
thank you very much to corner club press for publishing this little piece of my Canadian heart. They are still actively publishing – check them out for good reading &/or submitting your own work. See link below.
Canada
Where I could step out into the night
Smoke with the stars
Hear an ocean just beyond the pines
And something’d draw the
Dog off barking
Into a pitch black forest where really anything could be
When all I wanted was a sparkling solitude of Orion
But you know when the s.o.b. came back
All proud of himself waging his tail –
All I could say was
Good boy – Good boy
publish fall 2011 by The Corner Club Press http://thecornerclubpress.weebly.com/
The dog was a Dalmatian dog named Max. Many’s the night we stood out under the most wonderfully black sparkling sky I would ever know. Well I’d stand and being a smoker then, I’d smoke while he as you can see did not stand still at all but eventually he’d show up and sit next to me lean against my leg – no matter how cold the ground.
Dear PD Lyons,
I am pleased to inform you that your poem “Canada” has been selected for publication in the The Corner Club Press. Congratulations! Our third issue will be published on July 15th, 2011. We encourage you to continue to submit your work to our magazine for future issues. Please send a brief bio to include with your work.
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Thank you,
old tom tabby
i wasn’t the only one
saw you this a.m.
white tip tail dog
elderly master
no match for the lead.
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