Sonnet

Sonnet

Love that is seen and unseen
witnessed or conducted in private
that is of the mind made flesh
and is known to those who know it
that it is restless and fuelled by desire
and yet finds peace and comfort at every turn
given that it is a state of grace that may be
enveloped in silence or celebrated

with boisterous effervescence because
it is above all things voice and word
and lisp of lips and it is in the eye
and in the ear and it moves the limbs
to embrace even as it heightens the breath
and lightens the burdens of life

John Lyons


 

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Ring tone

Ring tone

Get on the bus
           at Putney Bridge
ahead of me
           a petite nun
traditional blue habit
           in her mid-forties
sits across the aisle from me
           mobile phone in her hand

As the bus pulls away 
            from the station
I hear the strains
           of the Ave Maria
and the nun answers
           in what I take to be
an Eastern European
           language

John Lyons

I’m only asking

I’m only asking

What does your day hold
what are you bringing to it

what hopes and dreams
what gestures of love

for all the hours
that will never return

what have you planned
and what are you prepared

to let unfold
in the summer breeze

what respect for others
and for yourself

will guide your actions
and inform your choices ?

John Lyons

Morning

Morning

This morning at sunrise
             the birdsong louder than ever
the air is heavy and humid
             promising thunder
before yielding
             to a clear blue sky

No time for words
             the peace
the silence
             and the chatter of birds
says it all
             the irrepressible thrust
of self-perpetuating nature
             : words can be overrated

John Lyons

Summer love

Summer love

Now is a time for apricot
             for cherry for peach and for plum
there’s not a cloud in the sky
             and fields are filled with buttercups
and daisies and dandelions
             by which we may tell the time

Now is the time for warm blood
             and for soft hearts
for days spent
             by the ancestral ocean
a refreshing breeze blowing in
             across the gentle billows
now is the time for you
             to lay your head down next to mine
to close your eyes
             and to dream of paradise

John Lyons