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Once While I Was Away, by pd Lyons

Paris doorway pdlyons photo

You might have come

Expecting awkward greeting won by

Philosophic well planned answers to

What you thought my unasked questions were –

Accidental touch

Silent linger hands

Knowing prelude to a kiss

All it would take to unclench my heart

Inviting you in

So you’d have something to do for the afternoon  DSC_1192


Another one of those young love poems. probably 1980’s. not sure. but reminding me today to something Manhattanish or maybe Paris premonitions?

Paris doorway pdlyons photo

Paris doorway pdlyons photo

Paris doorway pdlyons photo

Diary by PD Lyons




Dust in the corner

Pale light through loose boards

Soft paper pages partially filled

So small

The world with all its bigness

Could have so easily passed by.


Will we, all of us leave the same absence?

Know the same impossible loneliness,

As if somehow shared, we could know one another ,


We have all touched this world with little fingers,

As have I;

Not as some imagining or speculation

But as a human being.

Certain of my own sense of purpose.

So many things bigger than me.

So many things I could not wait to do.

How long it takes to be a grown up.


Unlike you I do know the story’s end.

Unlike you I could not, not know.

Remember me this way:

Small as I was, it all fit into my life.

(for Anne)

wrote this about five years ago. sent a version of this to a publication that was putting together works about Anne Frank.  they never responded – one of the things I hate about editors is the no response, almost as bad as the acceptance but not paying the prize or fee.  anyway saw that today or yesterday would have been her 84th birthday. so much sorrow buried in the common clay of all our hearts.

sometimes autumn is all there is

sometimes autumn is all there is


When we lived on Nelson Ave. by pd lyons

When we Lived on Nelson Ave.

days when my father took milk and sugar
leaving the spoon in his coffee
my mother whistled among lilacs and roses
mahogany furniture kept well polished
and special knives and forks only used on holidays

I knew the name of Lilly of the valley
not to ever put them in your mouth

there were kittens in the sun porch
we watched born from a tabby cat named Felix

there were cherries from our backyard tree
so red I thought they were black,
tasting like no cherries
ever would again


a version of this poem is included in the collection :  Caribu – poetry by pd lyons


from Six Crows Snow by pd lyons


But what if you were really here, what would I say?

Tell you about the day, the first real snow,

crows huddled in the grey fingers of that tree,

watching, waiting, as if for something I didn’t have to give…


titanic, belfast. … and rust to rust (part2)


titanic belfast




the rectangle shape on the pole that lays across the cargo cranes would have been the entrance the lookouts took to climb up to their station.

Photos taken  at the titanic Belfast exhibits, original photo i believe are from Ballard’s exploration.

ties that bind (3-5)


hard fast and solid

hard fast and solid


neglect keeps me from the sea






and yes again

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

say yes. “yes”

“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” Ulysses J. Joyce





ties that bind (1)

ties that bind

ties that bind

wordless (again)


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