Renaissance clouds
Against the blue sky
Love in the air
Month: Jul 2017
Perception
It’s all about perception
The eyes walk further
Than the feet
Paris
Not a cloud in the sky
Birds trawling for flies
Summer days that will
Never return
Make the most
No fool
No fool like an old fool
It takes a lifetime!
Wisdom
A wise man
Lives in ignorance
Of his own wisdom
Silence
Poetry is taking a break
Poetry is having a rest
The rest is silence
Renewal
Renewal
On such a beautiful day
blue cloudless sky
a benevolent sun
everywhere you look
people with smiles
on their faces
and a spring in their step
as though the entire
population has been
removed overnight
and replaced by
a whole horde
of happy souls
full of the joys
of life
John Lyons
Reclaim the night
Reclaim the night
Last night a clear sky
and a full moon
woke in the early hours
heard the screech of foxes
a rabble formed
at the end of the garden
it seemed to go on
forever
and then suddenly
it stopped
but who knows what plot
they were hatching
John Lyons
Nyctalopia
Nyctalopia
The energy that runs
through our veins
what I like to call
star-blood
and this world
driven by light
and reality
weighed down
by time
and the cities
that rise up
within us
the rivers
that rise and fall
and endless words
beauty and truth
and love
and César Vallejo
that most human
of poets
who wrote
of how much
it costs
to be poor
John Lyons
“la cantidad enorme que cuesta el ser pobre,” César Vallejo, Los poemas humanos
Cosmic economies
Cosmic economies
What wisdoms exist
to fill the thin years
of false economies
what prudence is there
to protect the body politic
when all seems blotched and botched :
our dreams are not dysfunctional
though our actual words and deeds
may well be so though it is a failure
not of surfaces but of systems
We are all of consequence
from the moment we take
our first gasp of air
innocents all
scouring creation
for a book of revelations
but we are all necessary journey
and transformation
and our electrons will live forever
within the hawk or sparrow
or the iridescent dragonfly
that skims the shimmering
summer waters and transcend
the dreary bond of time
that momentarily anchors
our dust to the day
John Lyons
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