Pure and simple

Pure and simple

What life teaches
           if we are prepared to learn
is to be simple
           to tear away all
that is unnecessary
           and cut to the quick
to the marrow

Life pared to the bone
           unembellished life
in all its beauty
           first seen in the breath
of innocents celebrated
           in the breath of lovers
who value another
           above all else

The purity of the rose
           can never be defeated
lips locked in a kiss
           can never be outdone
not by poetry not by painting
           we are here to give praise
and when we remember
           to give thanks for the love
that is shared in our time
           and in our space

John Lyons

Advertisements

In a nutshell

In a nutshell

So the doctor said to me
it’s all in your head
it’s just your imagination
everything you see

everything you feel
everything you know
it’s all there inside you
you may count yourself

a king of infinite space
but I’ve no time
for your delusions
it’s all in you head

you carry your tight
little world around
with you day and night
rain or shine

every fear or fancy
locked inside
and language
words words words

is the only place
we ever meet
language and love
one and the same

John Lyons

Locomotion

Locomotion

How the rails hum
           as the train approaches the station
and so announce its arrival
           before it is even seen
the sound a harbinger
           that brings good news
and a sigh of relief
           from the travellers waiting

Poetry in all things
           in sound and in silence
the flat line of the sea
           two sailing boats far out
on the horizon
           white canvas floating
in liquid turquoise
           and the clamour of children
playing on the beach
           a song out of their voices
and near-naked bodies
           stretched out on the sand
soaking up the sun
           whence they came

John Lyons

Mindset

Mindset

A world made of the mind
and all that that entails

an embodied soul
of thought and feeling

He who brings flowers
she who adores them

they conjoined in love
made one body

a substance of the heart
as the poet says

from two one
time space compressed

John Lyons

First thought of the day

First thought of the day

Crawl out of bed
           peer out the window
first dusting of light
           on all I see
but I see with memory
           as much as with my eyes
the different complexities
           of silence 
sometimes a comfort sometimes not
           as I imagine in the trenches
where my grandfathers fought
           and the poet asks
how long is a rest
           in music
and I ask
           how long is this silence
and what does it portend
           and is it a beginning
or is it the end
           of a fragmentary process
the silence of innocence
           or of culpability
and will I one day
           be a bird bereft of song ?

John Lyons