Occasion

Occasion

The poem as a celebration
of the occasion
when minds meet
where words on the page
become the interface
between you and I

Whatever joy or sadness
I am feeling
my thoughts are laid out
in these lines
for my reader to follow
what catches my eye
what impinges
on my consciousness
here in my breath
captured for all time

John Lyons

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Variation

Variation

Though I live
in the shadow
of your light
my flesh does not
grow dim

The days grind
down the hours
but in your life
roses and gladioli
and orchids abound

and autumn holds 
no mystery
as music sustains
your breath
each noted syllable
a joy

your song has many voices
your voice many songs
but all that issues
from your lips
is love

John Lyons

Melody

Melody

Though I live
in the shadow
of your light
my flesh does not
grow dim

The days grind
down the hours
but in your life
there are roses
gladioli and orchids

and winter holds
no mystery
and music sustains
your breath
each noted syllable
a joy

my song has many voices
my voice many songs
but all that issues
from my lips
is love

John Lyons

Piece of work

Piece of work

City shrouded
in early morning mist
stillness in the grey air
not a leaf or branch moving
the landscape through which
I’m travelling
inert

Train hurtling down the line
into the future
but life immobilised
alongside the track

Two things might change all this
work and love
both require energy
and belief : it’s
a real piece of work
God help me

John Lyons

Sunday afternoon

Sunday afternoon

Through woodland
trees fallen
others rising
most standing
in splendour

The sun on our backs
so we stroll
along dirt paths
bushes heavy
with ripe berries
red and orange
air filled with autumn
and leaves tumbling
a slow swirling cascade

Sunlight and the taunt
of time and the steps
never to be retraced
restless love
never still
moves forward
through the day
sweet repose
comes at night

John Lyons