Author: irlandesuk

Berlin memorial

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Holocaust_memorial
Berlin memorial

The nameless shadows
           untimely laid to rest
in avenues of cold hard stone
           cemented into the merciless
grey of winter skies

collective or individual lives
           arranged in rigid alleys
that rise and fall underfoot
           but not a single angle less
than ninety degrees
           no soft circles or tender arcs
or any hint of creative
           deviation from that norm
that awaits us all one day

Here no birds perch
           and no song is heard
as the memories filter
           through and into the dust
these were our cities
           these were our streets
this is the place
           where we finally rest

John Lyons

 

Winter reverie

irlandesuk poetry

Winter reverie

Think of summer
       of lavender
and thistledown
       floating in the air
of martens feeding
       on the wing

of trout rising
       in the clear waters
and the taste
       of honey fresh
from the comb
       with scones
and clotted cream
       days of plenty
nights of love
       everlasting

John Lyons

Meander

irlandesuk poetry

Meander

Words that live
           in the imagination
the blue sense of sky
           and a rose
the colour of love
           naked jubilation
and the day’s first kiss :
           he draws a bow
across a set of strings
           and a chord is struck
in the heart
           where affections
are scaled
           day by day

Misfortune is love
           misplaced
or that fails
           to draw breath
a bluebird flitting
           from branch to branch
must mean something
           even though its shy song
is rarely heard in full
           time and cinders
treat with contempt
           there is only one story
live it be it
           and never say die

John Lyons