Not a cloud in the sky
Birds trawling for flies
Summer days that will
Never return
Make the most
Author: irlandesuk
No fool
No fool like an old fool
It takes a lifetime!
Wisdom
A wise man
Lives in ignorance
Of his own wisdom
Silence
Poetry is taking a break
Poetry is having a rest
The rest is silence
Renewal
Renewal
On such a beautiful day
blue cloudless sky
a benevolent sun
everywhere you look
people with smiles
on their faces
and a spring in their step
as though the entire
population has been
removed overnight
and replaced by
a whole horde
of happy souls
full of the joys
of life
John Lyons
Reclaim the night
Reclaim the night
Last night a clear sky
and a full moon
woke in the early hours
heard the screech of foxes
a rabble formed
at the end of the garden
it seemed to go on
forever
and then suddenly
it stopped
but who knows what plot
they were hatching
John Lyons
Nyctalopia
Nyctalopia
The energy that runs
through our veins
what I like to call
star-blood
and this world
driven by light
and reality
weighed down
by time
and the cities
that rise up
within us
the rivers
that rise and fall
and endless words
beauty and truth
and love
and César Vallejo
that most human
of poets
who wrote
of how much
it costs
to be poor
John Lyons
“la cantidad enorme que cuesta el ser pobre,” César Vallejo, Los poemas humanos
Cosmic economies
Cosmic economies
What wisdoms exist
to fill the thin years
of false economies
what prudence is there
to protect the body politic
when all seems blotched and botched :
our dreams are not dysfunctional
though our actual words and deeds
may well be so though it is a failure
not of surfaces but of systems
We are all of consequence
from the moment we take
our first gasp of air
innocents all
scouring creation
for a book of revelations
but we are all necessary journey
and transformation
and our electrons will live forever
within the hawk or sparrow
or the iridescent dragonfly
that skims the shimmering
summer waters and transcend
the dreary bond of time
that momentarily anchors
our dust to the day
John Lyons
Identities
Identities
We are of the earth and yet
subject to the same first principles
fragments of an expanding cosmos
driven by the same waves of energy
that created the fox and the badger
the rose and the lilies in the field
we are flotsam and jetsam
atomic debris attuned to time
and conditioned to pursue
truth and beauty and to romance
this fragile world with our words
voices crying out in the wilderness
John Lyons
Of no consequence
Of no consequence
A plump black cat with a white belly
stands on the garden wall
and has a good look around
it can hear a bird chirping
pneumatically in a bush close by
Today the sun is up
it’s going to be a scorcher
the cat is there on the wall
indecisively surveying the scene
taking mental notes or
sketching out a plan for the day
Scarcely a single lilac bloom
has survived the onslaught
of the oxidising air that has
turned them all to rusty combs
soon to be dust : let that
be a lesson to us all— they don’t
come any clearer
John Lyons
