One Poem by John Lysaght


As ebony eclipses daylight
Within the scent of Spring,
An ethereal messenger emerges,
A miniature winged troubadour,
A bachelor virtuoso,
He tunes his improvised repertoire:
Trill tweet warble chirp whistle…
Injecting the night
With jazz phrased riffs
Lilting to crescendo
That awaken my creative pulse
And levitate the shroud of my sorrow
To unlock tranquility.
Spirit transfused,
Words flow undammed.

Companion for loneliness,
Remember me—
Be my accompanist
When I ascend away,
My night finally falling.


John Lysaght, poet and writer of fiction, began honing his craft while a student at the University of Scranton, graduating in 1968 with a B.A. in English and Classics. His work history includes teacher, social worker and therapist. John seeks to invite the reader to participate in the experience of the word in real time.

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