Dear Wife…

by ZacharyWGilbertFebruary 14, 2017February 14, 2017

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Dear Wife,

Ahh yes, marriage. We have been trying to figure it out for almost 13 years now. You have held my heart, fixed my nose, fixed my brain, given me three kids, and best of all, warm snugs on cold nights. You have been my confidant, ally, and best friend. I would have given up on me countless times, you have remained steadfast. Every time I try to insult myself, your fortified boldness rings out, “Don’t say that, about my husband!”

I joke with my co-workers that though we are a single income family, I have to ask for an allowance. It is true, I surrender everything I earn, everything I have, and everything I will ever have, to you. I have done nothing to earn your love, yet I get to bask in it every day. How can anyone doubt, that there is a God? Look at the wife I have been blessed with?

I had an expectation of marriage, a pre-written, poorly written script. I did do something right, however, I cast perfect the perfect leading lady. My manifesto, my ledger of expectation, has been shredded, to make way for clean exciting pages that embrace the letters of the years as they fall like summer rain. I look back and read our story, it is wonderful. There have been ups and downs, gains and losses, but I have never felt so alive, and happy. Anything I ask you about, or ask for your help, you deliver beyond my wildest expectations.

I can not live without you. When I am away from you just for a 12 hours day of work my heart aches.

I love you.

I love our kids.

I love my life.

I guess I can love the dog.

I love,

that your my wife.

Happy Valentine’s Day 2017

Spraying Words

by ZacharyWGilbertFebruary 8, 2017February 8, 2017

You begin to speak, your words, like water, leap out of a fire hose.

I try to listen, your words, like water, a flowing attack, up my nose.

My hair is ruined, your words, like water, continue to sting.

I am silent, your words, like water, my heart is slowly drowning.

One who is only hungry for ears,

because they have none of their own,

is one day likely, not to be heard,

because eventually, they are alone.

Lovingly, Lovingly, gently down the stream…

by ZacharyWGilbertFebruary 6, 2017

Love, shaped like a red heart pillow, lovingly rolls down the staircase of life,

It bounces and twists, gets dirty, tears on carpet tacks, and is stained by strife.

Love, encased in fragile shimmering silk, is a drying river, flowing in time.

The clock cryptically marches, eroding hearts warm red hue, into dull gray slime.

When love, is lovingly encased in a tender moment, and offered, wrapped in joy.

A girl, whose world is vast, and heavy with burdens, may, just may, love a boy.

Time, lovingly honored, steady clock hands, carve lovers initials, deep in the tree.

Relationships, lovingly loved, though stitches and faded patches, another year, may see.

Marriage, a fragile creature, that fewer and fewer, lovingly fight for, may die in history.

Love, a fish on dry sand, suffocates under a blanket of mist, trapped in realities mystery.

Forgiveness’s waters, sacrificed in cold splashes, and drinks up the dry sandy ground.

Lovers fight, against, what will be lost, and for, what will be kept. Love, lovingly found.

Calloused Eyes

by ZacharyWGilbertFebruary 4, 2017

Ragged plaid blanket, all that remain,

Skin dirty, face faded, crowd in disdain.

Broken spirit, by dark shadow swallowed.

Calloused eyes, dead heart numb and hollowed.

God has not forgotten, the hurting lost.

He is waiting to see who will sacrifice the cost.

To love, beyond ourselves, and see the weak.

Helping others, seeing pain, may be good to seek.

Leaves fall, seasons decay, life’s dwindled flame.

The engorged, and the starved, share the game.

One day, perhaps, callouses will fall like scales from eyes.

Humanity, has value that may be important to recognize.

Mysterious Push

by ZacharyWGilbertFebruary 3, 2017February 4, 2017

The drive within, that mysterious push,

enraged orange fire, twists its fingers,

around my red throbbing heart, my blood is hot.

Cold statues entombed in green moss,

an overwhelming warm yellow light from my eyes,

dances for a moment, across their empty faces.

Fingers desire, to dance upon ‘clicky clack’,

Letter keys, become faded,

Stories, become clear,

Warm paper erupts from whirling printers,

releases a flat inky odor, and electric puff.

Reader, and Writer, embrace within,

cozy blankets of words, and worlds.

Life’s moments captured in text,

a waterfall of ideas, water of the mind,

The mysterious push of the flame,

forever, overwhelming.

Zachary W Gilbert, Author

Encouragement Perhaps

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