Few words are best

Few words are best

Few words are best
           too much talk of love
does no favours
           put on thy muzzle
and let actions speak
           let rivers flow
as time drips
           from sand and candles
let four winds blow
           put an end to speculation
and just do
           what must be done

John Lyons

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Mallows

Mallows

Beauty of the marshmallow
           the edible flower
a delicacy to the eye
           and to the palate
rich nourishment
           where it flourishes

So much to admire
           and to enjoy
the winter sky
           sown with fields
of wild stars
           visible
on dark nights
           rewarding us
with a sense
           of perspective

light comfort
           red mallows
in August
           in the poet’s garden
and the bloom of language
           of late love

John Lyons

Love’s lamp

Love’s lamp

Words of love
           love of words
one or the other
           or both
on a chill January night
           longing for warmth
warm words
           or a companionable body
to share a space until dawn
           Love that puts words
into our mouths
           or a satiated silence
emotions played out
           against a tender timeline
a mutuality of dreams
           held to
with steadfast conviction
           betrayal not on the cards
These dark nights
           when the frost bites
let love’s lamp
           shine bright

John Lyons

Questionality

Questionality

This way where
           the interrogatives
this way how
           this way when
the investigative life
           the unsettled mind
that questions all things
           the whys and the wherefores
the mysteries with which
           our lives are riddled

How could she
           why did she
why won’t she
           what will she
what does she
           when was it
and how
           and who

O for the natural
           affirmative life of nature
pushing forward
           constantly
hesitations unknown
           each action decisive
and definitive
           no doubt
no deception
           no tears at bedtime

John Lyons

 

Docklands

Docklands

Across the harbour
           the light dips into the water
and dissolves into darkness
           Long ago the gulls deserted these parts
where ships no longer moor
           A tide of people on the wharfs
but their steps do nothing
           to shift the eerie silence
Tall structures of steel and glass
           rise up on all sides :
here even on a clear winter’s night
           the stars struggle
to make themselves seen
           as the anonymous loveless lives below
teeter before being swallowed
           by the shadows

John Lyons

 

Live and learn

boots

Live and learn

And so to Portobello Road
           for a new pair
of navy boots
           for the New Year
for the new life ahead
           the agony
while I break them in
           the ecstasy
once they’re broken
           Pop into García’s
for chorizo
           and black pudding
and notice that they also sell
           cured pork fatback
like Italian lardo
           and when I get it home
it tastes much the same
           a delicious silky sensation
on the tongue
           And so it goes on
and you live and learn
           some of the time

John Lyons

 

Came now to peace

north america
North America, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Came now to peace

Came now to peace
           the darkness
and the silence
           before the light
before the day broke
           Heard foxes in retreat
the first cries of the pigeons
           Heard the crows
scampering across the roof
           all this
before the local world awoke
           before the buzz of traffic
in the distance
           Peace in the darkness
and in the silence
           alone with my thoughts
before the turbulence
           of the day
nursing memories
           mindful of the blessings
I have received
           the love that came and went
but that was for a while
           worth living for

John Lyons