Osteopathic

This is about some health problems that have come along in the past few months. It is optimistic though.

Osteopathic

The river,

poisoned by the stained 

grey concrete geometries,

still flows,

along the same valley,

polishing the mountains,

past the overhanging 

water oaks

and wise cyprus trees.

It's blood,

feeding the algae,

and rounding the rocks.

It's curves

stirring up

the purifying mud.

It's flow, accelerating

and collecting through time,

but then broadening 

and thinning,

until still seeping

into the boundless

sodium sea.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Weathered

Weathered 

Our statues, 

constructed 

during the early age 

of heroes, 

are crumbling.

Repair them

with bubblegum,

and document them

in silly putty,

but they still wear

in the wind

and erode

in the falling droplets 

of dark soda.

With the sun grinding down,

even though they fall

their shadows continue to grow.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Joy

Joy

When the stitches around

a patch

hold;

When the stones fit

and fullfill 

a mathematical prophecy;

When the rubble

stops falling

from a torn house;

When the soil

holds the lake

from leaking into the fire;

When the speech

between minds

resonates 

and creates something new;

When eyes

can see

the clear beauty

in themselves;

When the tree

grows around

the rusting fence;

When the seedling

emerges,

and after a lifetime

returns to the dust;

When the machine

overcomes

the unforeseen;

When the cycle

continues.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

Potential

Potential 

Too easily

the head rolls

to the valleys,

below the wind,

to stick

in the bog,

unable to dodge

the eyes

glowing in the thickness.

But sometimes,

climb,

store energy,

see the world 

above the fog,

and listen

to the languages

that we seek

but are not yet spoken.

Robert L. Jackson III

This was written for the Poets United blog midweek motif on energy.

110415

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 ( http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/ ). I may get in trouble for righting a poem about thermodynamics, because I do not teach it.

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Thermodynamics

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

Return

Return

Metal blades

cut through the sky

wetting on the tears

caught in the clouds.

The glimmering destination 

signals from the ground, 

and gravity pulls the engines 

toward rest and fuel.

Robert L. Jackson III

This poem is in the new book 'Evolutionary Landscapes' that is available here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/robert-jackson/evolutionary-landscapes/paperback/product-22364099.html

States

States

The oceans, land and air, 

have always stirred the storms, 

heating our substance, 

to rise and fall, 

but the continents change slowly, 

and beyond our time.

Yet the celestial motion,

deviates, 

even more slowly, 

so let's keep 

our eyes on the stars, 

feet on the land, 

hands in the water, 

and ears in the wind. 

-Robert L. Jackson III

This is in my new self published book that I'll be promoting at the East Alabama Book Festival on Sunday:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/robert-jackson/evolutionary-landscapes/paperback/product-22364099.html