Sometimes in this Writing Process from scraps to ruff to finish~ How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella as read by the poet

so the way this went was up in bed this morning after second coffee. only paper sticky notes (pink) sitting quiet spacey then this came first the tongues then other bits. Now I’ll transcribe into first ruff draft. this time using keyboard. sometimes a yellow pad is the first transcription. Sometimes there is only one sometimes there are many edits, the number depends on my things but mostly on my self. some photos of the original notes as you may see it is part of the illegible scribble that is an integral part of the process .

So the first bit =

And she said look

And I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along the green hills a silver streak above the valley

a river mirroring catching sapphires between the roiling cumulus clouds….

SO Right away i notice too many the’s breaking up the image. Also I need to look up cumulus to make sure hos are the clouds I want… lets try it this way ~

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between cumulus clouds 

Or Wait Maybe This ?

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus…

So as you can tell or if not let me tell you it is a longish process sometimes. Anyway here’s the rest a first ruff ~

How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus 

she said sing

so i offered 

breathless wordless a what else can i do but be true refrain

harmonic of all i’d seen and all i’d ever see

she said dance

so we embraced a dance named for spiders

mingling sweat lead our lips to meet

undisciplined tongues ballerinas  inside our mouths

she said hush

so i  took breath 

together we sunk dampness upon a warm green earth

she said know

and I was certain.

and so as of 30 july 2021 this is where its at ~

How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 

she said look

so I saw the play of sunlight slip

  green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires between the cumulus 

 

she said sing

so i offered 

breathless wordless a true refrain

harmonic of all I’d seen

 all I’d ever see

 

she said dance

so, we embraced a dance named for spiders

 lead our lips to meet

our mouths undisciplined

tongues ballerinas

 

she said hush

so together we sank damp

upon a warm green earth

 

she said know

and I was certain.

best music video ever

Olga Podluzhnaya Uutai

 

Wordsilk, by pd lyons as published by vox poetica

Wordsilk

reminding me of words like
border line
crescent coyote
ancient timbers
polished smooth as kisses
paradise
abandoned eyes of shipwrecked sailors
myriad pin prick suns
flightless birds
something Spanish that you said along a twilight turquoise
Ishmael to Ishmael
all the nights we’ve ever known
not bothering the quiet.

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Published by vox poetica ,Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words,  September 2010 – Thank you Annmarie Lockhart. This was to be the first of several pieces that vox poetica was kind enough to publish. You can hear Annmarie read it via link bellow .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=zk691uEzxGc

On My Mother’s Side, poetry by pd lyons

riverside waterbury ct

 

On My Mother’s Side

My mother never told me
The one thing I’d ‘a listened to most.
Diagnosed with cancer (7 years before it killed her.)
Deciding to keep it to herself,
She did exactly what it wanted –
Believing it was for her children’s benefit, how would she refuse?

Besides my mother came from a family of secrets
Dark Sicilian secrets emanated from
Every Sunday dinner table that ever was
Ebb   Flow   Echo   Repeat
Dance through generations none of us immune

~ free from all the ancient stories we
could have held the woman who gave us birth
cried any tears together
faced fear until it became compassion
looked into her eyes knowing it was goodbye
and that there would never be another word between us ~

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“On My Mother’s Side” by PD Lyons read by Author
From “Caribu and Sister Stones” published by Belfast Lapwing 2009
ISBN 978-1-905425-90-7

Someplace, by pd lyons from “Old Songs”

 

 

Someplace

Down on the avenue
work ’til the day is through
I just want to get away
but you know I never do
And when the sun goes down
I’ll be sitting all alone
watch those old cowboy shows
on some second hand video
wishing I was someplace
where grass just grows and rain is clean
where horses run and black birds sing
someplace where the sky is big and the only cry
from an eagle on the wing

But I’m city bound in plastic chains
been robbed to death by men with ball point pens
my hopes go up in Marlboro smoke
ghosts of what used to be my dreams
haunt me with wondering if I’ll live long enough to see again
someplace where grass just grows and rain is clean
where horses run and black birds sing
someplace where the sky is big and the only cry
from an eagle on the wing

someplace where I can ride for days
and never see a living persons face

 

 

thanks to Bruce for the melody. from back in my riding days.

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pop song 1994 from: Background – ALL THE ANSWERS

Pd Lyons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R45NRQcd5I

Backround All the Answers 1994 01 Pop

“pop” – original lyrics by peter lyons

Down the streets of ecstacy
I’ll take my chances endlessly
And there’s no need for me to run
With my fingers wrapped around a gun

reality what can it be
BUt a misery you set for me
there’s no sense in wanting more cuz
this is what I have been put here for

Look around What do I see?
there aint nuthin here for me
Look around what do I see
There aint nuthin more for me

You preachers of morality
how would you do to live like me
heaven’s just a novelty
another thing they denied to me

so down the streets of ecstasy
I’ll make my way most carelessly
and you can judge it tragedy,
but I wont surrender that easily

Look around What do I see?
there aint nuthin here for me
Look around what do I see
There aint nuthin more for me

So down the streets of ecstasy
I take my chances endlessly
and theres no need for me to run
with my fingers wrapped around a gun

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=4R45NRQcd5I

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R45NRQcd5I

new poetry project. fast invitation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sjr-7VXnUgs

new poetry project- link to video invitation.

asking help with video reading of my work. includes links to find my poems, asking people to feel free to read them into a video of their own making, you don’t have to be in the video, just hoping people will read and reply to youtube acct.

will be posting poems here as well for you to pick from. can be ones that have already been done or whatever. hoping people will contribute n have some fun. thanks in advance for any time you spend on this.

the silly nervous poet on the video clip –

hope my writing is better than my speaking………..

PS: you dont even have to read out loud if you don’t want to, maybe just strem the words across n do a video interpretation?

all i ask is that you use word for word the poem(s) a written and maybe mention where you found them?

p