You, Horton, and Me

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.

Faithful, together-

One-hundred percent.

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Poet’s Block

Words.

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.

A poem will not be forced.

The words slowly transform,

Grow,

Blend together into a

living,

breathing,

organism.

From chaos comes creation.

Verse from mess.

Too

Too sensitive,
Too emotional.

Too smart,
Too quiet.

Too trusting,
Too naive.

Too involved,
Too detached.

Too muted,
Too intense.

Too honest,
Too guarded.

Too cynical,
Too realistic.

Too much?
Not enough?

Just me.

Brown

Love is red
Hot
Fast
And passionate.

Love is yellow
Deep
Soulful
And faithful.

Love is green
Outward
Intentional
And neighborly.

Love is blue
Dark
Automatic
And familial.

Red +
Yellow +
Green +
Blue =

Brown.
Dried blood.
Hard labor.
Commitment.
Sweat + tears + dirt + work.

Love is brown.

Grey

I fight with myself in extremes-
All or nothing,
In or out,
Good or bad,
Black or white,
Darkness or light.

In a black and white world,
I can never do enough,
I will never reach the top,
I am never enough.

I have to allow myself to live in the grey-

Grey is grace.