The world in turmoil


I weep for tranquility,
the hard-won peace
that came, but was
wastefully swept away.

I weep for the trust
and friendships of yesteryears,
now careless abandoned
by contempt.

I weep for the respect,
now lost in time,
that might never again
see light of day.

I weep for shared aspirations
laid waste, by piled up
hatred, that refuse to
stay buried.

I weep for rigid ideologies
in conflict, that fear
compromise more
than the finality of death.

I weep for what was
shamelessly squandered,
by reckless hands, so
filled with arrogant pride.

What I weep for most
are for the children
who will never see the peace
that others took for granted.

A golden park



Not far from where I live is a golden park,
Hidden from the reach of noise and crowds.
Within its boundaries grow wondrous trees,
Tall and wise who gently speak to me.
Theirs is not a language full of words.
They choose to speak through the swaying
Of leaves and branches, the snapping of twigs,
Through colours adorning blossoms of many hues.
Wrapped in natures sweet motherly scent and coat,
What they say is full of rhythm and harmony,
Always speaking of the virtues of love and peace.
From wisdom so deep comes their voice that,
Even the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
This one tree that everyday speaks to me,
In spring it whispers gently to remind me of
Natures love; pointing at the buds that bloom
And the rain that bathes and winds that soothes
And the shyness of the gentle loving sun.
By summer it speaks of joy and nurturing
As it basks under the sun’s passionate glow.
Tall, strong and proud it stands bearing a full coat
Of green swaying in the summer breeze.
By autumn it points to the end of bountifulness
And speaks of tears to come. Embracing the
Wind it reveals its inner beauty and grace,
Shedding light on tolerance and fortitude.
In winter stripped bare, wearing winters coat
It speaks of the secret of life and longevity;
Peacefully, silently, it stands listening to the wind.
Oblivious to its taunts it waits patiently, dutifully
Conserving every ounce of energy in readiness
For the awakening of the dormant sun to herald
The coming of spring and with it a new beginning.

J M Lysun

The soothing sea



What a sweet melody I hear by the sea?
With the wind whistling and sound of
waves crashing, smashing against the rocks.
Relentless, deliberate and soothing all in one.
Drawing the listener into a mind absorbing,
pleasurable journey where even the texture of sand,
rock and water is inexplicably felt. Urged on to
pervade our inner most senses by the salty fishy smell
of the ocean, our subconscious memories, begin to
paint such vivid imagery that there is no need for sight.
It is as if every grain of sand and feel of rock now reside
in our mind. Such is the clarity and fluidity of
the experience that almost nothing can divert us from
the sensations…Except the maddening cries and the
intrusion of the ever hungry calls of seagulls;
So harsh and lonely are the cries that appeal to
our humanity, that they alone succeed to temporarily
swamp the ever encroaching crashing waves. But a
moment later they are gone and once more our primal
thoughts are stimulated and we again find ourselves
surrendering to the serene sound of perfection;
Gently lulling us into blissful forgetfulness. Every grain
of thought blocking the arteries of our mind are washed away,
by wave after wave of solace until at last, with an approving
nod from the sun, all suddenly fall silent; as our mind and
body flow as one with nature and we find restful peace.

J M Lysun




A gentle wind blows.

A pebble dropping into the water.

A ripple shows.

Light flutters of a bird wing.

The rhythmic sway of a reed.

Gentle, gentle, be still.

No more, no less, just be at rest.

Soothe do not distress.

With this mood I feel quite blessed.

I feel calmness, that’s the best.


— J M Lysun —

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