Greening, Part 3: Bouncing Castle

Illustration for Part 3: Bouncing Castle of the poem "Greening" by Robert Lutz

Terrible turbulence
is a torment for tacit souls

Illicit integration
is illegal for integral numbers

Progressive paralysis
is paradoxically prone to pulsations

The days of my soul
are numbered
According to your
indeterminate pulsations

My pulse got soul
Any number of beats
makes up a series of symphonies

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Distinction

Illustration for the poem "Distinction" by Robert Lutz

I graduated with distinction
From the school of forms

My presence marks the absence
Of morning and another dawn

Look me in the eye and
Tell me what you see

I am bare
I am empty
I am texture
I am rigidity

My somber mood runs deep
My growth happens at
The level of roots

My crown is the sky
Birds rest on my skin

I am exposed
I am different
I am other

Do not mistake thick and black
For stuck and opaque

Do not confuse fickle and white
With agile and pure

I stand out
I don’t stand down

Leaf of Absence

Illustration for the poem "Leaf of Absence" by Robert Lutz

She has taken a leaf of absence
from the old tree by her house

Darkness and light switch off
pumping melodies into her
musical veins

She is swimming in loneliness
in the company of her kin

No one sweeps in dreamland
after they scatter the ashes
in the wind

They just brush off the foliage
to reveal the colors of fall

Green moss and blue sky kiss
brown bark and grey mountains
goodbye

Sea of Color

Sea of Color

I once dreamt that I was
swimming in a sea of color
my heart on fire
my head a cool blue

We were all green
brimming with hope
dreams and desire
no pebbles in our shoes

Our fortunes were not yet
dimming, flailing in vain
busted and for hire
masquerading as new

I climbed a hill that was
bickering with a puffy cloud
my legs admiring
the world we outgrew

Procession

Procession

The beginning is here
The bubbles burst mid-air
The rainbow is made of a single color

Brutal sunsets
Violent vistas of lush greenery
Purple dreams of stunning magic
Ecstatic propulsion toward a limitedless sky
Formless transcendence into the bursting unknown

Restless settling in a distant void far from yesterday’s dread
Pounding, exasperated lungs filled with hearts of joy
Energetic transformation of my iron heart
Earthquakes of turbulent laughter
Rays upon rays of light

An eloquent procession toward a simple word
A thoughtful, thoughtless labor of love
And the end will come soon

I see you