Transparent Desires

Transparent Desires

On this finite journey

is any energy left

to generate the heat

that will melt 

our fissures together

and repair holes

in the filtering gut

while burning skin

to a crisp crust,

brittle to life's waves

of electrons

and photons,

transversing our boundaries,

as if we were glass,

to heat our core,

to boiling magma,

soft and malleable,

just below

the soles of tourists.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Treatment

Treatment

Quicken

the sun's rise

and the moon's fall

with medicine,

so the scorched 

cedes

to the resurrection

and the earth

erodes

to the precious

under clean skies,

without noise

and color,

as tomorrow

is pure

and the past

is a photo

with bruised edges

and scratches of regret,

lost in our mind,

until neurons

polish it

to a Seurat,

but the pills

leading back

have long been digested.

-Robert L. Jackson

This poem is the synthesis of two sources. First, my body has been battling itself in illness, and I just want time to pass until I am well (hopefully). However, am I then not relishing these moments in time as they should be. The second source is the motif of "nostalgia" posted by the Poets United blog (http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/search/label/Midweek%20Motif). They seemed to fit together into this poem.

Entropy

Entropy

Do

the poles of our souls

lose alignment

following 

the spirals of the world

and the meandering

motion

of hardened feet

-numb and lost-

across the terrain,

-constant through time-

unable to find

north?

-Robert L. Jackson III

Faith in Light

Faith in Light

The assembly line

installed

with pristine edges

and mirrored shines,

operated 

by newly trained workers,

slides, pulls and presses

the raw materials

into identical

functioning forms.

In the repetition,

the workers age,

the corners nick,

and the reflecting

faces

from surfaces

dull and disappear.

Many are born,

that fail to glow, 

and no one recalls

the design,

tearing on

thin yellow paper

in a corroded

file cabinet.

We arrive at the store,

with faith,

but find

no bulbs. 

-Robert L. Jackson

Towards Solstice

Towards Solstice

Reaching for the sky,

full of light,

the thin beings

only obtain flight

in death,

fluttering 

and spiraling to 

an iterative task

of fueling a fire,

or the probable

forest floor,

after the green

of chlorophyll,

able to grasp

and knead the rays

into food,

leaves behind

only brown fibers

and the structure

of a noble 

nurturer

to the effectively eternal

towers.

Robert L. Jackson III

Graphene

Graphene

If she desires

then her fingers

can touch

me across any ocean boundary

and leap 

through an empty sky

to the matter

of this distant orbit.

No membrane

can halt

singular energy

from igniting

cascading reactions

to become

the most powerful

force yielded by humans,

able to break bonds

and reform them

into beauty

absent of design.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Giants

Giants

The stars love the burning

and to follow the laws

of waves and particles.

The stars send their light

to other lifetimes,

bending across the universe.

The stars share their fuel,

warming the elements

and the rocks to react.

The reactions create

the strength between us,

the unique matter of souls.

The stars stitch through

smoldering holes

the pitch black blanket

weighting our shoulders.

-Robert L. Jackson III