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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

Always

Always

The new moon

still pulls

without a face

or a body,

walking

across the dark.

So we wait

for celestial progress

and the light

to narrow our pupils,

remembering,

how to walk 

in the dark.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Symmetry

Symmetry

The fruit,

bruised on one side,

was then dropped

on the other.

I cut the original 

damage away,

and it was flat

on one side,

but just before 

it perished

you removed the other.

This continues

until

it is consumed,

but the seeds remain.

-Robert L. Jackson III

A Coast's Return

A Coast's Return

The vacuum

of the storm

drew all blood

to reveal 

the teeming floor.

In the cyclic path,

the ocean

refills the basin

completely,

following the edges

of each island,

and contour.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Written for the Poet's United Midweek Motif of 'Reunion'

https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2017/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-reunions.html?m=1

Hurricane Irma

I don't have a new poem today, but would like to ask that you keep in mind the people of west Florida and Tampa Bay. As you may have seen from the Life of a Poet earlier this week, Clearwater is my hometown where I grew up. There are pictures in that blog;

https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2017/09/life-of-poet-rob-jackson-iii.html?showComment=1504748715275&m=1#c5578810126167903854

Hurricane Irma looks to be headed directly for this area. 

It may look much different after this.

Yeast

Yeast

The mixture of grains,

eggs and milk,

lie flat

and sterile

until infinitesimal beings

emerge,

and conquer 

the harvested fields,

exhaling 

and shrugging

to stretch  the fibers

into a precarious state,

only to be subdued

by metallically contained

energy.

-Robert L. Jackson III