The ocean life for me

The ocean life for me

Although I love the countryside
           and love the hills and the mountains
I prefer to live my life at sea-level
           down by the shore where the waters
are never still and where it is possible
           to understand that the universe
is sound and light and that
           it is constantly unfolding

and since all the processes of life
           have their origin in the ocean
to meditate upon that mystery
           and to give thanks for the blood
with all its salts that runs
           through my veins and feeds
my undying passion for life
           and empowers my love for you

John Lyons

 

Before before

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Window frame, John Lyons (40 x 40 cm, oil on canvas)

Before before

To think
           that there was
a time
           when the world
was a blank canvas
           before there was
language
           before there was
art
           before there was
music
           before there was
dance

Creation
           is rooted
in time
           love too

John Lyons

On the shore of Lake Nicaragua

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Solentiname, Nicaragua

On the shore of Lake Nicaragua

The light of the new moon
strewn across the surface
of the land-locked sea
the waters gently lapping
the rugged shore

the rise and fall of palm leaves
as the air made its way inland
our voices in the silence
celebrating the passage
from one year to the next

everything still to be made
every notion to be put
to the test
every breath to be measured
and put to good purpose

so much beauty to be held
in the hand and to be admired
so much love to be shared
and time at our beck and call
or so it seemed in those days

John Lyons

A trail of white smoke

A trail of white smoke

A trail of white smoke
           from a wood fire
rising slowly
           this Sunday
into the ancient sky

What is age
           I ask
what is time
           and years
in the scale of things
           of ash and oak and beech
that will outlive me
           of prehistoric species
of fern

What of the days
           before flowers
before the gardenia
           before the magnolia ?
what of the days
           before beauty
had fully evolved
           into the rose ?

and as the species evolved
           when was it
that the beauty of love
           was first expressed ?
when did the acts
           of animal instinct
transform into the tenderness
           of human passion ?

John Lyons

That’s life

That’s life

In those early winter days we would warm
           ourselves before the coal fire
always jostling for the best position
           I would traipse home from school
through the woods and across the fields
           my pockets bulging with sweet chestnuts
which I would balance on the fender
           occasionally turning with the tongs
until they were completely roasted
           The hearth really was the heart
of the home and it drew us together
           I know now that the warmth of those days
and the taste of those chestnuts
           will never return : that’s life

John Lyons

 

The bones of it

The bones of it

The pitch black sky
           studded with stars
temperature
           dropping away
as a thick frost
           settles
on the grass
           on the parked cars
on the dead
           autumn leaves

tiny pinpricks
           of light create
a map of sorts
           I feel the cold
in my bones
           and a sense
of being lost
           in the immensity
of space
           drifting
carelessly
           through the universe

love alone I know
           will keep me warm
her arms her kiss
           my poetry driven
by the desire
           to immerse myself
in her flesh
           such is my life
these words
           are the bones of it

John Lyons

 

A re-statement of romance

A re-statement of romance

It is what it is
           neither in the pale light of dawn
nor in the deepest dark of night
           is it anything other
than what we give to each other
           There’s a wholeness
about two people coming together
           so that without suffering
a diminishment the selves fuse
           into love’s common purpose

and note how each separately
           exhilarates the other
with singular commitment :
           it’s an exponential becoming
the sum of two being greater
           than the single parts
We pool our solitudes
           without wholly abandoning them
and just as we preserve our personal
           time and space we permit ourselves
to wallow in that other heart-felt dimension
           that is unique to our coexistence

John Lyons


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The meaning of life

The meaning of life

In the darkness
in the silence

of the waking day
no bird song

no movement
my heart beating

my breath slow
measured

comfortable
at peace

with my dreams
I think of you

of our common
expectations

and the small
courtesies

that strengthen
the bond of love

John Lyons


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What we learn from magpies

What we learn from magpies

To see the world
           in this crisp autumn light
to witness the beauty of it
           to enjoy the privileges of breath
to move as the magpies move
           without a care in the world
feeding when and where
           their lives a constant exploration
bothering none as they go
           about their business

to celebrate this
           is part of our nature
to be conscious
           of the world’s innocence
to have a voice and the words
           with which to express it
to know love and to express it too
           what more could we want ?

John Lyons

Homage to Ed Clark

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Creation, Ed Clark (oil on canvas)

Homage to Ed Clark

Deep into autumn
           many trees stripped bare
or gone to gold and rust
           a sparrow returns
to a familiar bush
           only to discover
that all the berries
           have been eaten

there’s a beautiful
           light grey sky up above
Ed Clark could’ve painted it
           and for some reason
or no reason at all
           I think of a piebald horse
I once saw grazing
           in a field in retirement

today the earth
           is spinning slowly
time is dragging its heels
           I should get a move on
head out into
           the big wide world
and prepare to fight
           the good fight
but then I think ok
           what’s the rush
the future can wait
           just a little longer

John Lyons