Weather

Weather

I can take
whatever
the weather
throws at me
it’s the least
of my worries

John Lyons

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After the storm

After the storm

The optical illusion
           of the rainbow
after the storm
           where the sky
leans into the land
           and all of us so generous
in our will to believe
           that somewhere
beyond the horizon
           lies more gold than
we could ever count
           we who live and die
feeding on the air
           that fills our lungs

Let the rains fall
           they will not last
forever and light
           always rules the day
My mind sits behind
           the hollow of my eyes
and there the words
           are formed that celebrate
life’s mysterious beauty
           I count my days
just as I count my steps
           they bring me closer
to you and to all
           that I want
the time we spend together
           a small fortune

John Lyons

Beyond the new moon

moon
Moon, John Lyons

Beyond the new moon

Beyond the new moon
           falling
oak leaves and acorns :
           a child in her mother’s arms
smiled at me and beyond that smile
           a life I will never see

As the sun rose
           I heard pigeons calling
one to another
           but not to me
Temperatures have dipped
           not quite enough
to form a frost
           but that will come too
and the long summer days
           will be forgotten

We’re into the last
           of blue September skies
and beyond these
           who knows what winds
will blow
           or when

I want to winter in the warmth
           of her arms
out of harm’s way
           These words
these falling leaves have left me
           utterly defenceless
Words set in white space
           in convivial silence
that’s poetry
           that’s all I have

John Lyons

What goes around

red patch
Red patch, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

What goes around

I was a child here
           played here
gathered conkers
           in the woods here
did battle with
           my friends here
won so many games here
           and ran across the fields
till I was blue
           in the face

life is always as
           it promises to be
unexpected
           and the seasons
teach us inevitably
           that what goes around
comes around 
           and so it does here

John Lyons

Ramping it up

forbidden
Brown on yellow, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Ramping it up

After a good night’s sleep
           I wake slowly
creep into my day
           one of light work
and gentle exercise
           always watching my diet
weight loss being
           the principle here

poets are no different
           from anyone else
and keeping the body
           in shape is essential
enough of this free verse
           I want to have a figure
as tight as a sonnet
           and as trim as a bird

John Lyons

Bermondsey dust

Bermondsey dust

Last night
           a full fat
orange moon
           low in the east
and today
           a broad blue sky
and the leaves
           slowly
being stripped
           of their colour
autumn rust
           but that moon
fat and generous
           its face pocked
with craters
           and age is nothing
is irrelevant
           so much will
outlive me
           why should I
worry
           I have a roof
over my head
           and somebody
loves me
           tonight I shall
clean my shoes
           and shake off 
the dust that has settled
           on the leather
Bermondsey dust
           that is mingled
with the dust
           of all those poets
that have gone
           before me

John Lyons