On the Eve- an older poem

On the Eve

Beyond the traffic

a collision of metal bodies

had occurred.

The muddy waters

of ancestry had stilled

to a mirror.

Some may have

perished in the asphalt

but the caught

were concerned with time.

Grass flew out on the gasps

of emergency vehicles

on a yellow median.

Glass cuts like a door,

apparent as a result

of a researcher’s life.

Mud oozed

from beneath wearing tires,

and the warm month

uncannily tired the followers.

-Robert L. Jackson III

This one is excerpted from Shedding Layers of Ocean.

4. aus der 2.

4. aus der 2.

The true swans float
on melted snow
while the plaster avian
made from the ground gypsum
of a mountain brook mill
erodes into wayfarers' water
and the stone castle king
sinks in a shallow water stream
bobbing on the ripples
of composers
and knights coated in dragon blood,
now lost, latent,
and reborn in animation.

Robert L. Jackson III

From the Beach at Cape San Blas

Here's a half baked poem written from Cape San Blas...

Castles and cities of sand
accelerate the world
on a small scale.
Rivers erode curves in minutes
rather than decades.
Mountains crumble in moments
rather than eons.
The age of man
passes with the lunar tide,
but is deceiving
and returns
to reclaim each ruin
and repopulate each once saturated settlement.

Robert L. Jackson III

The Oaks on Toomer's Corner

A poem I originally wrote about when one of the Oaks on Toomers corner in Auburn was burnt, but I edited and finished it after the recent poisoning.

Tree on the corner

I am an oak
that lives
in green
through all seasons,
where two young
straight flat rocks
meet and combust
in blinking lights
and driving smoke.
My twigs intertwine
but never grasp
with another
whose roots
share my soil
below the rhythms
of travelers,
revelers
and the lost.
I have never been
to a Fall competition
and don’t know
what it is,
but the long white leaves
and the fire
have found me,
in frequent moments
over the years,
stinging leaves and bark.
My species
can last a millennia
and never see another
the same,
or never even grow past
the underbrush,
but in the storms
our branches
fall the same.
A tree in the forest
shelters, holds soil, and soars.
A tree on the corner is more significant
in human eyes and a target,
and a trampled idol.

Robert L. Jackson III

New Poems in Epiphany

The poems Shallow Time and Traction have been published online at Epiphany Magazine (these are actually old poems that are finally out there):

http://epiphmag.com/

Thanks,

RJ

Jordan - a poem about a river

Here is an old poem:

Jordan

Sorted through the locks

social ships float

on the sludge’s displacement

and are moved by the eddies

recycling flagella and movement

to an upstream altitude

of red bolted cranes

and the tobacco leafed trees

swaying underneath a group

of popular photons

and the waterline embeds

only dipping with new loads.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Previously published in The Parnassus Literary Journal, 1998

and in the book Shedding Layers of Ocean.

Poems Published

Good news...five poems (Aethereal Gap, Arbor on Arc, Roman Glass Necklace, Eclipse, and Blinding Blizzard) have been published online at Carcinogenic Poetry:

http://carcinogenicpoetry.blogspot.com/

Another one, 'Psycho-monetary' is going to published in the November issue of the Houston Literary Review:

http://thehoustonliteraryreview.com/

Later y'all,

RLJ