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

pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

It's all too much

I couldn't drive much in those days,
Wrong side of the road an all
But I got us there in time
Watched you being born

On the way home
Alone
Late at night
Played the same Beatles song over and over all the way
Fearless
And your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue

(re lennon/mcarthy

new book project

Project Summary

Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue: poems related to an Irish descent Authored by PD Lyons

List Price: $10.00

6″ x 9″ (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on Cream paper
80 pages

ISBN-13: 978-1466272996
ISBN-10: 1466272996
BISAC: Poetry / American / General

modern poetry related to Irish and Celtic and Modern themes