PD Lyons was born and raised in the USA Since 1998 has resided in Ireland. Spent a few years before in Cape Brenton Nova Scotia where winters are great for writing. Travelled a bit worked a lot raised two wonderful children as well as horses ( Morgans, Andalusian Thoroughbred, Irish sport horse etc.) in USA and Ireland. Has worked as dishwasher, floor washer, textile mill labourer, construction worker, pesticide sprayer, fire safety inspector, toy shop manager, substance abuse councillor, women’s shoe shop manager etc currently cutting grass in a small medieval village in co. Westmeath Ireland.
Lyons received the Mattatuck College Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry and a Bachelor of Science with honours from Teikyo Post University Connecticut (USA). The work of PD Lyons has appeared in many formats throughout the world. Lyons published poetry collections by Lapwing Press, Belfast and erbacce Press, Liverpool. Winner of the annual erbacce-press International Poetry Competition for 2019.
Diary
Dust in the corner
Pale light through loose boards
Soft paper pages partially filled
So small
The world with all its bigness
Could have so easily passed by.
~
Will we, all of us leave the same absence?
Know the same impossible loneliness,
As if somehow shared, could we know one another ?
Each child then, freely
Hand in hand, with their mother
Walking fussing over any small thing,
~
We have all touched this world with little fingers,
As have I.
Not as some imagining or speculation
But as a human being.
Certain of my own sense of purpose.
Afraid, so many things bigger than me.
So many things I could not wait to do.
How long does it take to be a grown up?
~
Unlike you I do know the story’s end.
Unlike you I could not, not know.
Remember me this way:
Small as I was, it all fit into my life.
Varying degrees of not knowing,
All that’s left
Between us
(for Annelies)
I knew a girl afraid of the wind
it would cause her to hide in the basement
eventually after she moved
to an apartment of her own in the west end
there was no basement
she would hide in the only room without windows
with the minimum amount of intruding sounds
the bath room.
she had the position of bank manager in a local branch
one of those modern type open plan offices large panes of window walls
sometimes when on occasion I’d have business at that particular branch
we would talk then smoke a cigarette
in the complete silence of tobacco smoke
we’d forget where we were together.
