Celebrate
stagnation
or even a slight decay?
The water
does not stay
confined
in the reflective lake
forever,
it is evaporating,
freezing,
expanding against boundaries,
and flowing
into deep grooves.
The landscape
Is not flat,
but ripples
under motion,
and feeds flames
with wood and oil.
Celebrate
the sun
warming our souls
from afar
and incinerating
broken orbits
and resurrecting bodies
as an incendiary.
-Robert L. Jackson III
The fire is frightening, of such mythic dimensions that we forget it is human made. "The water
ReplyDeletedoes not stay
confined
in the reflective lake
forever"as you say, as you say. Thank you.
Dang, this has some nice grit to it. I really like those last lines on why to celebrate the sun...resurrecting our bodies to burn in particularly. I also like the hidden wisdom of water. Everything is always changing, not just getting stuck reflecting (on itself). The progression in this is done particularly well.
ReplyDelete"freezing,
ReplyDeleteexpanding against boundaries,"
luv these line best for its paradoxical appeal
much love...
strange lovely so personally touching
ReplyDelete'Life' and 'living' are at the core of this poem but at the same time, it is contemplative. Thank-you for your wise words!! I am all for hope...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done!Loved it...
I love the water, making its own way, and celebrating the sun "warming our souls". Beautiful, Rob.
ReplyDeletenature often gives us reason to celebrate
ReplyDeleteWhew - thoughtfully depthful!! We do need to celebrate the sun - without which we would not have life at all!
ReplyDeleteWe need to celebrate the sun, the water - all of it. Life and death and hope are all contained in this.
ReplyDeleteWe forget sometimes we are part of nature and should celebrate the awesomeness of Earth, seas, animals, trees and the atmosphere too that keeps us all alive and the sun of course that makes it all possible.
ReplyDeleteMuch to think about here. May the sun warm our hearts!
ReplyDeleteand resurrecting bodies
ReplyDeleteas an incendiary... love that last bit especially. We are nothing if we cannot be awed by nature and feel humbled.
I love all the images of flux. Their movement is a kind of celebration, it seems. Life is all purposeful and joy. A lovely poem, Rob.
ReplyDeleteAlways on a precipice waiting to see what Mother Nature brings. Strong poem!
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot to think about in your piece. But the sun warming our souls is hopeful, and something to celebrate.
ReplyDeleteYour endings are really strong.
ReplyDelete"incinerating
broken orbits
and resurrecting bodies
as an incendiary"