Organ Recital, Part 3: Reflection

Illustration for Part 3: Reflection of the poem "Organ Recital" by Robert Lutz

All sundials are round
Round things render the world void of sound

Sound is silent when I recall those memories
Memorial houses, sights immemorial

All is metaphorical

Those ice cream cones never kept
Those vanilla scoops properly enshrined

Shrines for the gods
Gold shines in the light

The sundial first draws the circle, then the arc

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Organ Recital, Part 2: Emotion

Illustration for Part 2: Emotion of the poem "Organ Recital" by Robert Lutz

They’re going
They’re glowing

They ain’t bowing
They are vowing

They’ll drive tent pole stakes
Into ten people snakes

No villagers are safe
From no pillagers in their graves

Opposition is not a spectator sport
Best to tremble in a corner, don’t attempt no retort

Blow past the stop sign, flying your white banner
Still you’ll be taken
—mistakenly, completely forsaken, your dreams will be shaken
—your name an aching inscription, left for dead in fading henna

 

Suspicious

Illustration for the poem

Let’s not retreat
yet
There’s much to gain
still
We’re wrong to think all is
hopeless

Our courage is yet to come
back
Still, remember we’re up
against
A hopeless cause, a useless
wall

No way we’re going back to the dead
laws
An eye for an eye, against all
expectations
Walls can’t shield from
failure

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

Lamentation of the Dreamer

Illustration for the poem "Lamentation of the Dreamer" by Robert Lutz

Verse:

What is love if not the vengeance of fate,
burning its way through the gleeful past;
Tying sweet romance to a raging pyre,
Strangling life with misery’s thread,
In a world that’s already dead.

Interlude:

Catastrophe strikes and we all lament,
But one must work to save the day,
lest the fire consume the hay,
we must make them all content.

Doubt must be borne in the face of doom,
Hope drives illusions to clog the mind,
the priest offers closure and God is kind,
the soil demands yet another tomb.

Chorus:

In the face of anguish the lovers chide,
their tempers raging, and love subsides,
hope forlorn, wrath sworn, hearts torn.