Rilke – Offering

rilke

O how my body blooms from every vein
more fragrant since I met you;
behold, I grow thinner and straighter,
and you just stand by-: who are you then?

Behold: I feel as though I’m fading away
how leaf by leaf I shed my age.
Only your smile endures like stars
above you and soon above me too.

Everything that through my childhood
gleams nameless and water-like,
I’ll name for you at the altar,
that is inflamed by your hair
and gently enwreathed by your breasts.

Rainer Maria Rilke
(Revised translation by John Lyons)


Opfer

O wie blüht mein Leib aus jeder Ader
duftender, seitdem ich dich erkenn;
sieh, ich gehe schlanker und gerader,
und du wartest nur-: wer bist du denn?

Sieh: ich fühle, wie ich mich entferne,
wie ich Altes, Blatt um Blatt, verlier.
Nur dein Lächeln steht wie lauter Sterne
über dir und bald auch über mir.

Alles was durch meine Kinderjahre
namenlos noch und wie Wasser glänzt,
will ich nach dir nennen am Altare,
der entzündet ist von deinem Haare
und mit deinen Brüsten leicht bekränzt.

We are the stuff of light

We are
the stuff
of light
of energy
of mass

our movements
are planetary
galactic
cosmic

deep
relationships
abound
on all sides

feather
wing
beak
sparrow

love too
the coalescence
of two sources
two beams

that shine
brighter
alongside
each other

our dreams
too the stuff
of light
of being

in a universe
in which
no nothing
exists

John Lyons

Humble sparrow

Humble sparrow
you are my wings
my words fly
with you

as you play
so do my words
alongside : and
as you forage

my heart does
too : my mind
searches for
meaning : hunts
for love

John Lyons


Revised version

Humble sparrow
you are my wings
my words fly
with you

as you play
so do my words
alongside : and
as you forage

my mind searches
for meaning :
my heart hunts
for love

Things seen as seen

Things seen as seen
as real as the fox
grown fat during
the summer months

immune to the sin
of pride it strolls
across the lawn
king of the pile

a family raised
all in good health
a secure successful
survivor – what

is not to admire ?
Redemption is there
at the heart of love
in the beauty of the day

John Lyons

New Year’s day

A group of sparrows
celebrating the new year
playing tag hopping
from one branch to another

The sun is streaming
on this brand new day
and away off I hear
crows cawing

but the sparrows
deep into their game
are oblivious to all else
and life is short :

in the scheme of things
these birds are lightweights
like angels they come and go
their good work barely noticed

John Lyons

Marks on paper

flight
            Fire, John Lyons (acrylic on paper)

Marks on paper

or on canvas
that hold
the energy
of the stroke

muscular
action art
creating shapes
in space

adding colour
that activates
the retina induces
a reaction
a change

starlight depicts
warm starlight
with movements
that alter
the cosmos

just as silence
is sound
sometimes richer
than any melody

words driven
by the power
of thought
and feeling

a beauty that stirs
passions within
body and soul
nothing human
ever lifeless

John Lyons

The sycamore senses

starleaf
                      Leaf, John Lyons (acrylic on paper)

The sycamore senses
the lengthening days
knows that a curve
has been passed

Its leaves tightly packed
in the buds are biding
their time ; they are aware
of their purpose in life

Poetry is not an imaginary
world – it’s as real as
those leaves patiently
waiting to burst forth

John Lyons

The year ending

40 x 40_Tiny dancer
                                  Tiny dancer, John Lyons (40 x 40 cm, oil on canvas)

The living dance
upon dead minds
believe in moon magic
threaten to destroy
the earth with misplaced
enthusiasms and dreams

Time is no refuge
and no doors can
remain bolted forever
Pick up your spoons
and dig into the daily
gruel and accept the cards
you have been dealt

The only splendour
here below is love
but remember it cannot
be put into words nor
can it be photographed
Disdain all those
who would betray it
they are not worth the soil
in which they are buried

John Lyons

Reconciliations

And so along with the drizzle
the day dissolves into night

yesterday was so much fun
so full of love and laughter

games played together in
celebration of what family is

They say that at Christmas
the angels work overtime

guiding those who’ve been lost
back into the human fold

tending to the wounds
of the broken-hearted and

reaching out to those in search
of a friendly hand to hold

John Lyons

Everly

The clock strikes Christmas
time beats with an open heart

the moon has climbed
to the top of the stairs

I see it through a window
that peeks out into the future

Somewhere a flower is waking
its perfume will soon spread

as its petals open and so deepen
the earth’s unassailable beauty

In every aspect of every star
of every planet you are loved

my hands – simple as they are
were born to adore you everly

John Lyons