Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Moon Poem

Another Moon Poem Defending its Territory

The moon,
in glowing silence,
controls the port,
the jagged reef 
at high tide,
but showing its teeth
during the reciprocal age.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Friday, January 26, 2018


Drip your blood
to me
through the intravenous
holes in time and space.
Drip your love
to me
through quantum fibers
and tears in science.

-Robert L. Jackson III

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Sunday, January 21, 2018



The modern machines
are too quiet,
humming in harmony,
but muted,
and we live unaware
of their conversions.
The engines of nature
have no buffers
over the rustling of leaves
the chirping of birds,
the scratching of wood,
or the calls in the night,
except for the stealth
of the predators.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Wednesday, January 17, 2018



The boundary is flat

on the river.

Roots erode;

and trees cross the realm,


the bare knuckles

of their bony fingers

to the travelers


The swirling knots

of the waterlogged wood

stare across

and speak 

to the ringed cores

of the survivors.

The fibrous matter


from the soul

in the dark depths.

We wallow in the mud,

with unburied bones,


and leaving no need

for chiseled tombstones.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Posted for Poets United midweek motif of Soul/Psyche.