Syrup drips dry
to finger and key, translate
into stuck Writer
Sick kids cry loud
tissue and tears meet floor
Sleeps lost phantom
The clocks hands
moving in slow circles
the day is soon over
One blog per long day
Haiku, typed rapidly
un-sticks fingers
Laying scared, clicking magnet coffin
shows, black and white, thick, eerie, claw marks
damaging a brain, a demon within,
scratching electrical storms sparks.
A round white pill, within me embarks
with a purposed journey, storm to kill.
Empty mush brain, sentences try to fill
drifting void, paying the shadowed cost,
loose the Devil Claw, my souls, tortured bill,
safe dulled shell of mind, sacred fire, lost.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
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
Copyright © Zachary W Gilbert
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.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
Murky, mud stained windows, block realities view.
Painful memories like thorns ache, lodged the mind.
Black talons, a dark grasp, tears the woven curtain of thought.
What solvents can clean, a muddy cake, from a fouled heart?
The vacuum is loud, brushes are spinning in a blur.
A tornado of dust, vacant from the plastic cylinder.
Turn it off, unplug it.
An emergency surgery performed.
A clog is discovered,
of faded green pine needles,
black cat hair,
and gray dust.
Plug it in, turn it on.
A dust tornado,
dances in the cleaners heart,
alive in purpose, again.
Before God, a heart is removed,
Green slime, like dragon snot, falls.
Thick smoke, like burning bread, floats.
A daily surgery is performed.
Stand up, start the day.
Pain and worry, daily, cleaned away.
Existing happy, no longer hurt, and mean.
Because, the heart is light, the heart is clean.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary Gilbert
Zachary W Gilbert, Author 