3 from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue - by pd lyons

WORSHIP SWANS NO LONGER

When you worship swans no longer

Will you find your way to me?

Smoke rising in a breathless voice

Winding between shade and sun

A dream begun on dew drops

Daring midday like a ghost

Vowing never to fly

From your embrace

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LITTLE SADIE

black velvet traveller

dark morning herald

solitary secrets kept

well behind green eyes

alluded only by such offerings

as left upon our doorstep shrine.

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VIRGINIA, CO. CAVAN ’98

winter wash

sails on hemp rigging

 places precious

this January sun.

strong wind, clear sailing,

a rising Tahitian blue,

fed by silver slips of memory

travelling on wings of fantasy

calling sea birds soar

above a mucky barking back yard dog.

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from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue
poems of an Irish descent
by pd lyons

Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons

All rights reserved.

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ISBN-10: 1466272996

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pd lyons poetry project 4.5.11

 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 w/ 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 come back 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? she said. Let me! I want to!.
He had not shaved since she left
and her creamy skin could not abide  a whiskered face.

accepted by corner club press

accepted by the corner club press

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 15^th, 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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