Let that be a lesson

Let that be a lesson

The mind brought
           to its knees
by the body
           will rise again
when the soul heals
           Knowledge
only of the self
           but love steps out
of the comfort zone
           takes risks
will hazard a guess
           takes no no
for an answer
           just as the deer
flees across the hills
           leaps over springs
hides within thickets
           the hunter follows
in hot pursuit
           until the prize is taken

The mind can harbour
           only so many thoughts
only so many
           mixed emotions
but love has its separate
           ways and means
and will never
           accept defeat

John Lyons

 

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Seen at sunset

Seen at sunset

In the early evening sun
the fox stands on its shadow

on the garden wall
it turns this way and that

assessing its options
which are infinite and

it hasn’t a care in the world
much like me !

John Lyons

What is there on this earth

What is there on this earth

What is there on this earth
           that is not of this earth
and what profusion of identities
           from a single source

Every temper and temperament
           under the sun is here
and all things cohere and coalesce
           and all things increase
and all things diminish
           all caught in the curve ball
of time so that age goes
           before beauty

and we are bold enough to ask
           how old is eternity
how wide infinity
           and question all
that the earth affirms
           knowing that our every step
will be counted
           that all our actions
will be judged
           and with every failure to love
our souls will be marked down
           for all time

John Lyons

Phalera bucephala

Phalera bucephala

Phalera bucephala

Or buff-tip—
           a heavy-bodied moth
with grey forewings
           and a prominent buffpatch
at the apex : its hindwings
           are creamy white
but its thoracic hair
           is buff too

A night errant
            it rides the June or July skies
and is pulled but not driven
           to the light
At rest it resembles
           a broken twig :
the deadly laburnam
           is its favoured foodplant

John Lyons

 

A Monday revisitation

A Monday revisitation

To see as love sees
           wholly and completely
to be as love is
           disavowing all
enmity or division
           that would detract
from our humanity
           truth and beauty
fired in the soul
           all from a single flame
the smile the kiss
           the caress the same
all fed on the fruits
           of photosynthesis

That no love
           is ever lost
is a cosmic law
           of which the literal
sunlight in her eyes
           is living proof

To the meadow
           where often I am permitted
to return and find it
           transformed into
a lush carpet of dandelion
           and delicate daisy
overlaying the deep green
           such vibrant colour owing all
to the ardent light
           that lights our lives

John Lyons

A poem for Sunday

A poem for Sunday

To see as love sees
           to be as love is :
all that is enmity
           or division
detracts from our
           humanity
the smile is fired
           by flames
the kiss and caress
           the same

That no love
           is ever lost
is a cosmic law
           the literal sunlight
in her eyes
           is living proof

To the meadow
           I returned and found it
transformed into a carpet
           of lush dandelions
and delicate daisies
           their vibrant colours
owing all to the light
           that lights our lives

John Lyons

 

Pause for thought

Pause for thought

What is there
           to be said
of the cosmic love
           that unfolds
from that first moment
           exponentially
that expands
           into a universe
/or maybe duoverse/
           of its own
the sheer ferocity
           of the passion
that explodes
           into tall flames
that leap ever higher
           and engulf both lives
so that they blaze
           together
in a single
           burning pulse
of light ?

What
           indeed ?

John Lyons