Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Convex

Convex

The only buoyancy
is sometimes a lake
rather than an ocean,
where our bodies sink deeper
and are confined
by a concave shoreline.
The storms 
grow unrestrained
over the salt;
able to consume us
and digest us
on jagged reefs.
But through waves of energy
we can now see them
over the horizon,
and plot a safe course.
Yet the fresh water
and humid land
can nurture concentrated 
tornadoes,
that splinter
the ribs of our hulls
without warning.

-Robert L. Jackson III



Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Deep

Deep

Looking
for the hole
In the ocean floor
revealing the organs 
of the Earth
through a pixelated
image of the solid
measured from a device
marketed for finding fish
in the murky waters
of the churning currents,
voyagers spend their thoughts.
Only the fragile 
glass-bottom boats
floating on the clear water
of saintly springs
allow us direct sight
through the hull.
Only on unconfined vessels 
on the ocean
are the great depths 
and jagged topography
accessible,
yet only seen
through transcendental eyes.

-Robert L. Jackson III


Sunday, May 28, 2017

Foothills

Foothills

Perhaps the fog should stay
and not reveal
the teeth of the mountain range,
a lying creature,
breathing shallow,
waiting on my path.

-Robert L. Jackson III



Sunday, May 21, 2017

How man spread earthworms

How man spread earthworms

The stabilizing ballast
lowers the hull
and my eyesight
below the revealing horizon,
a blinking marker
lost in the mist.
Yet, I do not dare 
empty the belly 
of the living earth, 
and lose the ability 
to digest 
the consuming world.
But others have
already regurgitated 
their ecology 
onto the virgin land, 
once controlled by 
layers of the vivid fall.
The worms' appetites
free the thick brush 
to blind us 
of the lost civilizations.

-Robert L. Jackson III





Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Oblong

Oblong 

The wheel
struggles to stay round
as the spokes 
decay and pop
over time;
leaving no tendons 
to keep the mind
from collapsing
and becoming oblong.

-Robert L. Jackson III

This was written for the Poets United midweek motif of Bicycles, Tricycles and Unicycles.


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

A Warning

A Warning

Some wait
for the living ripples 
to return
from across time,
but their intensity
becomes lost
beneath the wind blown breakers
after too many reflections.

-Robert L. Jackson III


Sunday, April 2, 2017

Transparent Desires

Transparent Desires

On this finite journey
is any energy left
to generate the heat
that will melt 
our fissures together
and repair holes
in the filtering gut
while burning skin
to a crisp crust,
brittle to life's waves
of electrons
and photons,
transversing our boundaries,
as if we were glass,
to heat our core,
to boiling magma,
soft and malleable,
just below
the soles of tourists.

-Robert L. Jackson III