Jar Lid

Jar Lid

The blackberry jam jar

sat alone on the shelf

from a forgotten batch.

Sealed by the years

of rotten hard pulp

my sweaty grip

could not rotate the threads,

so I tapped it

on the marble counter,

trying to free

the dented tin ceiling,

but still it was static,

and then my grip 

failed,

and the enclosure

shattered,

releasing the foul 

parts of my deep innards.

-Robert L. Jackson III 

It's not a rotten jar, but this is a well fermented sippy cup...

Open

Open

The German clouds

want to rain

but just slide by.

Then bells 

from a modern steeple 

emit an ancient sound, 

warding off thunder 

and bringing the sun 

to glimmer on the river,

contained in stone walls. 

The willows 

still reach down

toward the common center 

of our worlds,

as they always will,

but now they are green.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Here is a link to a video of the bells that inspired this:

http://youtu.be/xlVgB--Lo-w