Refreshment

Refreshment

Things
as they are
without spin or drift
without compromise
the truth stripped back
to its essentials
honesty and generosity
of the heart

John Lyons

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Styx and stones

Styx and stones

The city within
       the rise and fall of it
a world driven
       by light and by words
a word-world so to speak
       built of star-blood
what it costs to be poor
       what it costs to love
what is costs
       to succeed
what it costs
       to fail

Mythology tells us
       there are two sides
to every river
       I have crossed the Danube
back and forth
       and survived longer
than I would
       have imagined

John Lyons

Rimbaud revisitation

Rimbaud revisitation

The suburbs arrayed
       amid cold meadows
no bell sounding
       prayer long fallen silent

Here the air resounds
       to the caw of crows
whole armies of them
       that come swooping down
dressed for battle
       the black metallic sheen
of their feathers
       contemptuous of the light
their rapier beaks
       sharpened for business
no solace in their haughty bearing
       that sets them apart
from the smaller birds :
       nature too has its favourites

Along the roads
       and down by the little stream
they congregate in twos and threes
       in fours and fives
but do not dally showing disdain
       for Calvary’s winding lanes

Those who see them
       shudder at the thought
of life’s tender fragility
       the cold message
so dutifully delivered
       by these harbingers
of all things sepulchral

But o you black birds
       you cry in vain
for the winter
       that now smothers
the barren fields
       will lift soon enough
and the warbler’s voice
       once again will be heard
singing from the tops
       of mighty oaks

John Lyons

Conspicuous love

Conspicuous love

Conspicuous love
in the caress
in the kiss
and in the poetry 
of words

number
and intensity
of energies shaped
by affection

a rose
for beauty’s sake
adorns the warm body
of the universe

and perfect equilibrium
through every phase
and transition
the artistic fuse
that runs through
all things

here in our now
as then in their then
the relativity
of all relationships

a words’ worth
of daffodils

in eternal dance

John Lyons

Preamble to verse

Preamble to verse

Memory of presence
       in the past
captured in words
       architectures of existence
in the flow of time
       a rubric of emotions
of lines drawn in the sand
       words that bind us
to ourselves
       and to each other
interwoven
       the threads of life
the sometime love
       the name on our lips
the phrasing of our lives
       what it is to be in words
what it is to know
       in words that appear
and reappear
       time and time again

At dawn I sought

       the words for you
the word
       the name of you
sound of my heart
       light of my love
my breath time
       and my space

John Lyons