Douglas V Lutman
He is Just a Violin Crying in the Dark
A barefaced unspeakable dawn
Creeps up in the weight of living
–crocuses poking through the snow
One by one, crown my brothers
As they crawl through the veil of night
Telling dreams from one another:
The cloudless above our heads
Terrifies nicotine youth-
The silence on a tongue
Giving it a name
Sweetening an age between words-
Of a supine vision tucked in at daybreak
“Let him go,
He is just a violin crying in the dark”
“Laugh.
It’s only just begun”
Who Rots Dogwood Blossoms
who threads the ivory needle and
embroiders leaves on twig and bough
tacks on spring buds
beneath the frosty breath
to bring the brittle branches life
who hems the winter desert
with blazing dogwood blossoms
touching magenta thimble thumb
with welcoming aroma
who rots the dogwood blossoms
to fall in a pungent splendor
leaving strung up thread-ends
blowing in the breeze
A Personal Vision of Vanishing Wildlife’s Ode to Joy
childhood eyes reached the lake
the shallow stones off
seemingly endless water
toe of my boot embedded in the dirt
about the feel of
about the sight of
uncovered bits of red siding
beneath the soles of my feet
clamshells and small
minnows darting
in swift dark fleets
“it does smell
but that’s ok
if I suffer from eating it all”
Douglas V Lutman
Bio: Douglas Lutman in his somewhat flesh-driven works of literary renderings propose questions of gods, human nature and subtle shifts in emotions over events and time. Teasing out the details of specific themes, such as the nature of god, Douglas intricately weaves in a multitude of other, seemingly unrelated, themes in such a lyrical and flamboyant manner that the reader is left with a confounding depth to explore in oneself as well as with the poem.
Toledo Poet 