Moon Poem

Another Moon Poem Defending its Territory

The moon,

in glowing silence,

controls the port,

submerging

the jagged reef 

at high tide,

but showing its teeth

during the reciprocal age.

-Robert L. Jackson III

intravenous

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

Picture used from:

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Hum

Hum

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

Sticks

Sticks

The boundary is flat

on the river.

Roots erode;

and trees cross the realm,

extending

the bare knuckles

of their bony fingers

to the travelers

above.

The swirling knots

of the waterlogged wood

stare across

and speak 

to the ringed cores

of the survivors.

The fibrous matter

separates

from the soul

in the dark depths.

We wallow in the mud,

with unburied bones,

exposed,

and leaving no need

for chiseled tombstones.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Posted for Poets United midweek motif of Soul/Psyche.

Flames

Flames

With shelter

a blaze,

we close the door

to control its spread,

but as your halls,

timbers and trusses,

emit slivers

of flame,

do not lock

the latch,

leaving me

to only smell the smoke.

-Robert L. Jackson III

No title

Celebrate

stagnation

or even a slight decay?

The water 

does not stay

confined 

in the reflective lake

forever,

it is evaporating,

freezing,

expanding against boundaries,

and flowing

into deep grooves.

The landscape 

Is not flat, 

but ripples 

under motion, 

and feeds flames 

with wood and oil.

Celebrate 

the sun

warming our souls

from afar

and incinerating 

broken orbits 

and resurrecting bodies

as an incendiary. 

-Robert L. Jackson III

Meteorite

Meteorite 

1.

Falling stars do not fall,

they consume,

in blinding temperatures,

bending reality

to guide the heavy rocks

together.

2.

Leaves,

lost minerals

on cosmic wind

gather to form

the soil of a planet.

-Robert L. Jackson III