All things but age

All things age
        but age

time simply
        is
there are
        no repetitions

love too
        is of an age
timeless
        ageless

all things age
        but now
now that is
        once and for all

all things age
        but love
here now
        what is

John Lyons

Harvesting love

Heart-Nebula

Discovered in 1787 by William Herschel
        the Heart Nebula – a mere 7500 light years
away from Earth – can be found
        in the Cassiopeia constellation
in the Perseus Arm
        of the Milky Way

An emission nebula
        it owes its intense red glow
to ionised hydrogen gas
        emanating from a small group
of stars near the nebula’s core
        Observe how opaque lanes
of interstellar dust create
        a heart-shaped silhouette

Dark dust lanes and dim stars
        laws of entropy and attraction
and all the artists harvesting light
        and love in our twilight world

John Lyons

Soft-petalled beauty

I write free from
the pressure of praise
my words go
largely unnoticed

and my subject
is what I see and hear
and feel –

during the day
I count sparrows
and at night
the outer stars

and how we so
reveal ourselves
in our acts of love

Not for no reason
are the flowers
we bring
to our host’s table

soft-petalled beauty
that knows its place
that fills our lives
with guileless grace

So when I took your hand
it was to hold it forever
it was for our love to be
contentment’s face

John Lyons

Land of plenty

The squeal of seagulls
just a mile or so inland
circling above the houses
observing how the other half live
the tidy backyards and
the gardens in disarray

I see the warm glow of sunshine
on bushes and fences
the bare trees scarcely stirred
in the early morning breeze

Much to be thankful for
in this land of plenty
in which there is time
to savour the peace
and make the most
of the love in our lives

John Lyons

Baudelaire – Exotic perfume

Jeanne Duval was the Haitian-born mistress of Charles Baudelaire. She is captured in the portrait (1862) below by Édouard Manet

Jeanne_Duval

Exotic Perfume

When, on a warm autumn eve, my eyes closed
I breathe in the fragrance of your warm breast
I see happy shores unfurl before me 
lit up by the fires of a monotone sun;

A languorous island where nature produces
Strange trees and luscious fruits;
Men with slender vigorous bodies,
And women who stun with the candour of their eyes.

Led by your fragrance to these charming climates,
I see a port teeming with sails and masts
All wearied still by the sea swell,

While the perfume of green tamarinds,
That drifts in the air and fills my nostrils,
Melds in my soul with the sailors’ songs.

Charles Baudelaire
(translation by John Lyons)


Parfum exotique

Quand, les deux yeux fermés, en un soir chaud d’automne,
Je respire l’odeur de ton sein chaleureux,
Je vois se dérouler des rivages heureux
Qu’éblouissent les feux d’un soleil monotone;

Une île paresseuse où la nature donne
Des arbres singuliers et des fruits savoureux;
Des hommes dont le corps est mince et vigoureux,
Et des femmes dont l’oeil par sa franchise étonne.

Guidé par ton odeur vers de charmants climats,
Je vois un port rempli de voiles et de mâts
Encor tout fatigués par la vague marine,

Pendant que le parfum des verts tamariniers,
Qui circule dans l’air et m’enfle la narine,
Se mêle dans mon âme au chant des mariniers.

— Charles Baudelaire

Fickle moon

As the sun sets
so the day sags
evenings can be
so long

stars so distant
and the moon
so fickle

At dawn the silence
is broken – foxes
gnashing their teeth

sparrows restless
in their nests – magpies
already getting down
to business

I have places to go
things to do and
words to say such as
I love you

John Lyons


Alors que le soleil se couche
alors le jour s’affaisse
les soirées peuvent être
si longues

les étoiles si lointaines
et la lune
si inconstante

A l’aube le silence
est cassé – les renards
grincent des dents

les moineaux agités
dans leurs nids – les pies
déjà au travail

j’ai des endroits où aller
des choses à faire et
des mots à dire comme
Je t’aime

Global warming

Timesickness
loss of gravity
we are all adrift
in space

Forget the puns
it truly is a human race
against the clock
and against the loss

of direction and of
a solidarity with the earth
the land and sea and all
the flora and fauna and

whatever warms the heart
yet does not overheat
the globe but ushers in
a lasting climate of love

John Lyons

A poetry of familiar things

cascade
          Cascade, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

A poetry of familiar things
a sparrow or a rose
or flowering mimosa
a simple summer cotton dress
decorated with flowers
which she wears with pride

The families that traipse
up and down
the Promenade des Anglais
in Nice : the blue sea
and the blue sky
the heat of the day
in August

Chagall and Matisse
and Italian sorbets
and the insatiable thirst
for love and life

John Lyons


Une poésie des choses familières
un moineau ou une rose
ou mimosa en fleurs
une simple robe d’été en coton
décorée de fleurs
qu’elle porte avec fierté

Les familles qui traînent
haut et bas
la Promenade des Anglais
à Nice : la mer bleue
et le ciel bleu
la chaleur du jour
en août

Chagall et Matisse
et des sorbets italiens
et la soif insatiable
d’amour et de vie

The body of love

After a harsh frost
warm sunshine
casts the world
in a fresh light

the southern wind
moves effortlessly
through the trees
that stand expectantly

clusters of birds
disperse and wheel
in all directions
in the pale grey sky

before returning
to settle once again
on the same treetop
to sing to the same tune

And so I say to her
that we are bound
by all our words
by all our actions

bound as one
in the body of love
that separates and then
again comes together

John Lyons