Month: Jul 2023

Out of kindness come words

irlandesuk poetry ,

Out of kindness come words and silence and
caution and colours   and nothing painful
that cannot be removed   perhaps with a
kiss    or a blind eye   or a ribbon tied
loosely or a fingerboard of rose wood
or a string plucked gently
                                     sounding a note
of fragrant harmony  no distress  no 
anger  no panic  not a hair out of
place at a bend in the river where white
swans gather under a pale blue sky on
a Wednesday at noon   and very likely
feelings of love are expressed and dinner
is served and a bed is made and lips are
licked and time peters out 
                              This is the end

John Lyons

Child of nature

irlandesuk poetry

How strange that you are hereless   Like the wind
gone   leaving the sky   the earth   the green world
in your wake   wordless in the chill silence
When I was a child I dreamt as a child
and lived a life about which I knew no-
thing   I ate   slept  played 
                           learned what I was taught
loved the fields  the grass   the trees   the woodlands
anything that kept me close to nature
thought that cities were places where people
went to die   But you I loved   step by step
I grew into your smile  your tenderness
my eyes   my ears   always attentive to
the simplicity and ease with which you
negotiated each hour of the day

John Lyons