Honey

Haven't participated in a while, but here a little one for the Poets United Midweek Motif. I have to admit, I've mostly been posting on instagram under @triboetry. It's good to be back here though.
Here's a short little one for Honey/bee:

I wonder
what the honey
will taste like
when it's made of
concrete dust
and metal rust.

Just received the proof copies of my book. It was nice to see it in this near final form. I plan to review it all once more before releasing it at the beginning of November. What do you think about the cover?

Been a while

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on my blog. Been spending most of my spare time, which has been limited, on Instagram. That’s mostly because it seems like social media gets more attention now than blogs, but maybe that perception is incorrect. Do you think the medium of articles and blogs are still alive? It seems like folks no longer read news articles anymore and receive their news from twitter, or maybe short news snippets on YouTube. Am I correct in this? If so, the world has certainly changed. Perhaps this is the reason for all of the social conflicts and unrest we see? It can’t be all bad though...we as humans are more connected than ever, which if approached in a positive way should allow us to see the world from each other’s perspective. Well, I’m just rambling now...so I’ll stop. If your interested in the poetry, I’ve been posting in these accounts:

https://www.instagram.com/triboetry/

https://www.facebook.com/Drypineshumidteapoetry/

Here is a recent poem, and an example of what I’ve been posting.
Have great week everyone!

Lego

Lego

The Lego 

on the pine straw 

is now inanimate, 

but in the nascent age  

it's the piece of a starship 

piloted by a lizard. 

-Robert L. Jackson III

Presence and Absence

Presence and Absence 

In the empty sky 

are the power of those eyes. 

In static sound, 

white noise 

from an empty radio, 

is the texture of the voice. 

In fog 

is the exhumed breath 

of you 

nourishing my skin. 

-Robert L. Jackson III

Deep Time

Deep time 

I caught 

the white rabbit, 

forever late, 

and sacrificed it 

for thought. 

-Robert L. Jackson III

Purple

Purple

On faux seas

float

with no hope to sink

and no need for wind.

The hull carries the loot

of 1000 mardi gras beads.

Potholes on the road

crash as waves on the bow.

Planks of paper

soften in the rain,

revealing the dark machine

underneath.

-Robert L. Jackson III