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The Lover Of Wisdom, by pd lyons – the 4.5.11. version




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 mustache

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 with 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 returned to me 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? Come on,” 

she said “Let me! I want to!”

He had not shaved since she left

and her creamy skin could not abide  a whiskered face.

My Kitchen Partner, by pd lyons

My Kitchen Partner




in the middle of the night
Frigidaire dim glow
secret chocolate cake
ice cold India Pale Ales
curtains swayed by open windows
bare feet on linoleum
slow dance
blessed by an absence of air conditioning
not missing the tango at all




in memory of the best India Pale Ale ever made and for some stupid reason no longer ,in an age of speciality beers, still made. Shame on pabst blue ribbon, falstaff company.index

it went quite well with chocolate cake, sweltering summers and young love

The Oscar Peterson In My Kitchen by pd lyons. from The Women Retrospective

The Oscar Peterson In My Kitchen

The Oscar Peterson in my kitchen
does not surprise me in my pyjamas
I don’t get to offer him a bowl of corn flakes
while he’s waiting for my father

No the Oscar Peterson in my kitchen
has been dead for years and Dartmouth
three thousand miles west from where I sit
amazing October sun
a solitude of coffee
and when Billie chimes in
sure isn’t it just like heaven
behind my eyes this morning?

(for jenny)








Hues of Blue by pd lyons


Hues Of Blue

the Sylvia part of me

wants to skip and play with children

instead restrained by crafty undertakings

that barefoot girl walks into the kitchen.




In Death if Dreams Be loved by pd lyons

In Death if Dreams Be loved

he had stayed away before

afraid of his own dreams

now 5:30 in the a.m.

she had come to him

so real he cursed god

for her death

wept into the kitchen

with her father

cursed god again

once more when sleep had took him

with out words she came

sat with him on deep scorch-less grass

head to head

dark her eyes kept him breathless

until once more was gone


My Kitchen at Midnight reblog from http://taruane.wordpress.com w response by pd lyons

pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:

you might have woke
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
never knowing
the youth
old age
in your kitchen

via 3) My Kitchen at Midnight.

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