Wednesday, November 4, 2015


I turn two score old today, but in Mars years I am somewhere between 21 and 22.

Anyway, here is a brand new poem wriitten for the Poets United Midweek Motif on tranquility ( ). I may get in trouble for righting a poem about thermodynamics, because I do not teach it.


states that with age,
we will all become uniform,
equal, and tranquil,
with no differences 
in our heights or color.
Boundaries no longer exist
and nothing is marked,
with no migration of refugees
from one system
to another, 
once perceived green 
from prosperity.
No water or mineral
is traded
because they are worthless
without individuals.

-Robert L. Jackson III