March 5, 2017

Three Poems by Marianne Lyon: "Love Song," "Amazing Love," and "Twilight Stroll"

Marianne Lyon has been a music teacher for 39 years. After teaching in Hong Kong, she returned to the Napa Valley and has been published in various literary magazines and reviews.  She was nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2016. She is a member of the California Writers Club, Healdsburg Literary Guild. She is an Adjunct Professor at Touro University Vallejo California

Love Song

I want to write a feverish love song
sing it to you
watch your agate blue eyes
flicker open
find myself inside of them
your astonishing smile
charms me
lays warm on me

I want to write a fierce love song
with a raw opening legato
like years, days, hours, together
when minutes slow down
hungry seconds linger

I want to write a fairytale love song
of pianissimo evenings
gazing out bedroom window
moon and sun
one rising the other setting
blending into strangeness
like dreaming

I close my eyes
try to conjure a melodic tremor
will a romantic verse
but of course, you
are laughing fortissimo
over back fence with a neighbor when
suddenly a lento of silence intrudes

and I begin again to fashion
a possible lyric that too becomes
stunned when your percussive stride
drums through front door
down echoing hall
bids my eyes open
to your half-moon grin
thick with sustained passion
your lips staccato-touch mine
I lift my chin andante
beg for lingering repetitions

Amazing Love

When it’s over
   I want to say:
      All my life was a bride
         married to amazement:
Mary Oliver

Mary, I have been thinking lately of
    death and immortality;
       to be remembered like a long-dead
         actor on the screen and

lately most every night
    I unburden these thoughts to infinite glitter.
       Constellations hold queries
          of never really having answers;

and when I look at these cosmic orbs,
    I am struck with awe so deep
       that questions of death become
          less and less important.

These charismatic nights house
    reliquaries of rapt memories
       epiphanies of love
           that have sung my life along

These memories stored
    In twinkling vessels
       glint smiles of compassionate friends
          preserve warm guiding hands

Mary, what of the want inside of me
    To desire a caress, to hold them long
       What of the want inside of me
           that passionately seeks amazement?

Twilight Stroll

Past neighbor’s singing fountain
around jasmine cluttered street corner
a whiff of barbeque intrudes
out tapering country road
where rattlers are known
to slink in thirsty months
past empty farm laborer’s
shabby quarters—
quiet as a monk’s cell
I reach for his hand
the same place
the same time
most evening walks and
the world magically tips and
the constant moon
rides up the nocturne sky

© Marianne Lyon

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