Pdlyons's Explorationsnebulous shapes
so no random design
altering this world
parchment tattooed
often at pain
rightfully feared by those righteous
like twin fishes
one dark one fair
sucker mouths
big eyes blue brown bulging
almost touching glistening lashes
gladly met a sea of humanity
gladly back joining in their bed
drown in their ocean
The shade
of
old
trees
Zone
Propped up Best I can
Most uncomfortable ever bed
Crow sounds Silver sun shadows the page
All it takes to ease the ache
The largeness of an open window
Dissolves all imposed restrictions
And what would comfort done?
A sleep til noon then what?
Sometimes in this writing life
people take the time to listen, read
and let me know they did
sometimes even write a few words in response ~
As writing is by its nature a predominately isolation occupation
I just wanted to express sincere gratitude to each and every one who in one way or another participated with PD Lyons Explorations.
With best wishes to you all for a very happy, healthy & safe New Year!
Cheers!
Zone
Propped up Best I can
Most uncomfortable ever bed
Crow sounds Silver sun shadows the page
All it takes to ease the ache
The largeness of an open window
Dissolves all imposed restrictions
And what would comfort done?
A sleep til noon then what?
Jefferson Airplane Volunteers through the windows
Wide open
Cranked up.
Cohiba burning fine.
Smoke drifts fat across a still September
Evening sun cast shadows
Dog tearing up an old sock for fun
skids upon the driveway gravel.
I’m even able to do
smoke rings
while i write
magenta letters
white loose blue line paper
relieved from all misery of updated software.
This, not anything else is
Why.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volunteers_(Jefferson_Airplane_album)
one of the many promises one makes to oneself regarding the life of writing. probably 2012 or so –
pdlyons photograph
had to cut back on the computer
it had got pretty bad
hours of my life a day sucked away
got nothing done
got neck aches wrist aches
contacts dried out fell like glass.
from now on once a week.
maybe Mondays.
~
got dressed
drove into town
picked up a case of Lebanese red
two bottles Tyrconnell
litre of un-oaked Chardonnay for cooking
stack of legal sized pads,
2 pounds Italian coffee.
it was Tuesday
&
liberation to celebrate.
pumpkin ravioli
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