Poems by Morgan Lyons appear in print!

Volume 70

Poetry Lisa Vinsant Melva Sue Priddy Chris Mattingly Lynnell Edwards Marcia Menter Peter Cooley Tori Sharpe Allison Seay R. T. Smith Carrie Shipers Brent Fisk Billy Reynolds Judith Harris Leslee Rene Wright Peter Makuck Amy Eisner Sarah Kennedy Jeff Hardin Ronald Wallace David Eye Gregory Crosby Catherine MacDonald Claire McQuerry Fiction Kim Bradley Liz Iversen Angela Jackson-Brown Tamar Jacobs Nonfiction Robert L. Kaiser Lyz Lenz Bridgett Jensen Robert Finch Drama Joe Oestreich See the issue here (pdf). Poems by Morgan Lyons appear in print! You can order copy of magazine or download pdf for free. Morgans work begins on page 147. She is most cool.

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PD Lyons Poetry Project

God Lights a Cigarette
 
On the wood, shadows. Down the
windows, hazy through the drapes
spills the rain. The night,
curving rolling with motion still
whispers with winters needley lips:
everything is passing through me.
There is you with your joy – me,
I’m trying to find depressions,
though I’m not sure what I feel.
You are magic mingling essences –
I am day dreaming on physical matters…
my lamp flickers with distress,
it moves the room with my voice:
help me
I’m drowning,
       suffocating,
       breathless…
             *
To be born of your music,
in your magic my life blooms,
my thoughts, words – dissolve into
rich emotions tuned to immortality.
Lost in the lighting of a match,
in between the space and flame –
I become the sparkle in your eyes,
then I return…
Slowly I am returned,
I am the gold ring in your ear -
the unnoticed sensation.
You are cosmic and I am waiting
for the next match.

thank you annemarie and vox poetica

I Thought You Were in Another Room That Wasn’t There

PD Lyons’ most recent poem to appear here was Another Summer, published as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone. He is working on a really cool video project. To learn more about it, click here.

I Thought You Were in Another Room That Wasn’t There

By PD Lyons

Across from the end of the bed

Kitchen draped in honey glow

Just as I was drifting off

Clang & Patter

Pots & Pans

Wondering what it was that you’d be cooking

Turned my head saw nothing there