Sweet drops of relief
Hit, sizzle on the parched ground-
Bringing life to dust
I remember that moment that
Meant the beginning of
What adventures were in store for us.
I look back at those two naive souls that
Said ‘I do’ and ‘I will’ until life ends,
And I barely recognize those kids.
I Know there were people who
Said we were young, foolish, didn’t know
What we were getting into, but
I ignored the noise and jumped in with you.
Meant to be? Intentionally striving to be
An example of grace and love- with an
Elephant’s memory for forgiveness.
The names that come to me
When I’m in a place
That I feel if I stand still long enough
The trees will begin
Whispering in my ear.
Words crash together,
Come through my pen,
Spilling onto the virgin page,
Mixing together into a nonsensical jumble
Of thoughts and lines and images.
A poem will not be forced.
The words slowly transform,
Blend together into a
From chaos comes creation.
Verse from mess.
Love is red
Love is yellow
Love is green
Love is blue
Sweat + tears + dirt + work.
Love is brown.