Nothing at all

Nothing at all

For those who care
and care enough
so as never to pay
lip service to love

to care from the heart
poetry from the heart
not ideas but things
as real as a red rose

things filtered
through feelings
the heart tells us
there’s nothing
like love

John Lyons

All things attract

All things attract

Say that all things attract
           say that there is method
in beauty
           that there is purpose too
and all art is found
           actively discovered
and chosen and pulled out
           from anonymity and displayed
paraded before the senses
           and that there is always
measurement and dimension
           intensities and degrees
of subtlety and that sounds
           and colours and textures
and shapes and tastes
           on the tongue all rhyme
that the eye and the ear
           bind it all together
and have done so
           from the moment
that the mind was born
           and with it love
and the walls of caves
           were filled with
sensual narrative
           and that dance and music
and song are all
           in the nature of breath

John Lyons

Evensong

Evensong

I notice it more
           on early summer evenings
when I sit with the door
           open onto the garden
the rich melodies
           of several species
intertwined
           in the warm air
I cannot see where
           the birds are perched
nor even tell exactly
           where the song
is coming from
           but it cheers me no end
and I recognise it
           as an act of thanksgiving

John Lyons

With words together

With words together

Emerson was right
           : thought makes things
fit for use
           and Zukofsky echoed

There is no life
           without purpose
no exalted rose
           no winedark Aegean Sea
no beauty or truth
           no love

The poet’s task
           is to tell it as it is
to denounce tyranny
           to laud good governance

So Homer blindly sang
           of Helen’s beauty
and of the strength and wit
           of Ulysses and Dante
delivered Beatrice
           from hell’s depths

Kosmos means beauty :
            thoughts make a world
fit for use
           with words together
we make a life
           fit for love

John Lyons

A world fit for love

A world fit for love

Emerson was right

      : thought makes things
fit for use
      and Zukofsky echoed

There is no life

      without purpose
no exalted rose
      no winedark Aegean Sea
no beauty or truth
      no love

The poet’s task
      is to tell itas it is
to denounce the tyrant
      to laud good governance
to align with the poor
      with the aged
with the weak the infirm
      to petition for justice
to abhor each criminal act
      whatever its provenance

So Homer blindly sang
of Helen’s beauty

and of the strength and wit
      of Ulysses
and in poetry

      Dante delivered Beatrice
from hell’s depths
      Kosmos equals beauty
so thought makes a world

      fit for use and together
we make a life

      fit for love

John Lyons

 

A sense of significance

A sense of significance

Every word
           was once a poem
the sea and the rose
           the sea rose
the shadows
           that scuttle
along the shore
           at sunset

or the sun high
           in the June sky
love
           and its enactment
the clinch
           the kiss
every word
           once poem
and all words
           portmanteaus
of their previous
           utterance
that the poet refreshes
           as he resurrects
her hair
           her lips
her eyes
           all fit
for poetry
           enunciation
annunciation
           the tale in the telling
and so we move
           from day to night
from table to chair
           and so to bed

John Lyons

 

Heard melodies are sweet

Keats_Grecian urn

Heard melodies are sweet

What are we dealing with here
           for example when Keats
studies the Grecian Urn
           —one sensibility seen
through another
           across the ages
the melodic silence
           of expectation
and the timeless anticipation
           of desire’s fulfilment

but also how the world
           is held in the mind
how it is turned over
           and examined
by a forensic poetry
           looking for evidence
and recording
           an affirmation of beauty
the collateral of which
           is truth
all in the warm teasing
           sensual pant of poetry

John Lyons

The heart transformed

The heart transformed

That’s what it is
           language developed
over thousands of years
           meanings attributed to things
and feelings and the relationships
           between people and objects
the evolution of sounds
           into an expressive
orchestration all held
           in the collective mind
a phonetic transcription
           of the universe
of the cosmos
           which signifies beauty

and when did love
           first set foot
on the planet
           and who was the first to utter
those simple words
           that so transformed the heart
and placed the noble organ
           on the ultimate pedestal

John Lyons