Kudzu

Kudzu

The uncultivated bloom
rivals the colors and curves
of the gardener's treasures
tended to perfection
behind chemically cleansed glass.
We know the names
and structures by heart
of every domesticated jewel,
but the one draped in vines
never has its worth measured.

-Rob Jackson

Thanks to Roy Knight for the spectacular picture of a Kudzu bloom.

Climate

Climate

The cherries fall for the jester
named Winter, and bloom in January,
soon to wrinkle
under the cold breath's wrath,
never to pollinate.
The old ringed trees wait,
feeling gravity as the tides;
Yet never fearing the blizzard.
Only the warm hurricane
or soil gone sour rots their thoughts.

Robert L. Jackson

Combustible

Probably the last one for 2012...

Combustible

The smoldering dust
of the prophetical star
ignites the transparent fuel
of the engines of youth.
Pressure entices the aperture
to restart the fabled fountains' cycles.
Some sources release water,
too pure to burn,
others bubble black oil,
aeromatic and volatile.
Tall opaque men seek to locate
and drain each source of clarity,
while others aim to cap
each well with explosives
to suffocate the flames
that we were born with.

-Robert L. Jackson

Smooth

Smooth

The doldrums prove as lethal as the hurricane,

with measurement and detection arduous.

The ocean lays flat without ripples

or voices propagating toward home.

No waves fatigue the rocky cliffs,

no currents erode the beach

and no one remembers

bleached bones on a decaying raft.

Men yearn for the splash of cannon balls

and others seek faults in the ocean floor,

just to release the surface tension

of a glassy droplet covering the globe.

-Robert L. Jackson

http://www.markusreugels.de/liquidart

Completed on December 8th

Fixed

We continue to wind the clock
in homage to ancestors and heirs,
when even in this era
the sun, the wind or the wasted human motion, 
has been tapped for the same purpose.
Though the maker is gone,
or at least behind a cloud,
gravity continues,
surfaces still corrode
and we still fight the inevitable.
The swing will be perpetual
and energy no longer critical
when the borders are at peace
and the elements of gas, liquid,
and metal no longer abrade. 
The polished brass
gleams in the sun,
rising from the shadow
of the coated earth.

-Robert L. Jackson

 

November 2012

November 2012

Pull

Under the passion of gravity
the earth cracks and the new spring begins.
In the youth, the salt
of the ocean smells strong.
The water progresses straight
towards it's goal,
only veering
due to ancient topography.
Some obstacles erode under a slow cutting flow.
Skin roughens with time,
while the water
smooths the jagged stones.
With age
the river becomes crooked,
it's banks eroding
and breaching ideals,
leaving islands  of soil
and creatures
isolated and protected
until the weather changes.
With seasons and longer cycles
the depths rise and fall,
sometimes flooding
the foundations
of villages and forests.
The water flows
until the source dries
or another path is found,
leaving the impressions
of those drinking from the bank
to fossilize.

-Robert L. Jackson

boundaries

boundaries

The ocean forcefully divides
the whole earth into continents
and species part
that yearn to mix
and consume each other.
The log splits
under a metal wedge
and grains lose grasp,
the rings of ages are broken,
and the flames return all.
New boundaries form
to reveal catalyzing surfaces
that react with biology
or harden to bark
and stone in the air.
The animals adapt
or diminish
and the offspring
break through the decayed
to reach upward again.
Overlooked, there is still life underwater
and in the ashes of earth.

Robert L. Jackson