Puddle of Gold
Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received
Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet
Flipping cards, Searching for answers Could you tell me, please Anything about me?
I have been waiting For a freaking discovery Perhaps I am just a fool Who holds onto cards
A voice calls out and tells me To hold back because I must
Have my own back tonight— To head for the bed
I set down the cards
In their place in the drawer Clarity can wait until after
I turn out the lights
We rode through the field To get to the old barn— A stack of antique windows Would soon be ours! The smile on Pa’s face Gave us consent to feel free To take a few pieces of the past From his tobacco farm
We cautiously climbed over Unsteady wood—piled high Evading rusty nails and idle tools To gather our handsome treasures A crack of thunder made us rush To load up the truck We closed the barn doors and drove off Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust
Words and acknowledgement Only after I provided them first When I needed you most You never asked, Is there anything I can do? I guess I was blind and never knew A person I considered to be so true could be A bad friend
Chasing after a cunning delusion Years have gone by without A whistle blown The whistle is blowing now— I am calling you out I think all these years I really had A bad friend
When you left, you always left me Feeling strange and guilty As if I failed my call of duty Loving me back never seemed easy Now I finally see— It was you
It was not me Behind the ingenuous mask lies A bad friend
A decision has to be made Do I keep you or let you go, My dud of an amigo? I wonder if there are any words
You could possibly say To make me not want to sever ties
And just walk away today Leaving behind A bad friend
Once again, I have collaborated with my fabulous graphic designer friend in NYC (Liz Daggar). Part 3—and likely the final piece—of my nature collection has arrived. My goal has been to inspire people to get outside and take it all in. All three books are available by clicking the link below:
Another beautiful work of art from Zac Gilbert! He has once again shared his love of nature with us through his lovely photographs and perfectly punctuates them with his written words.
By Brianna Ross
Oct 29, 2017
These books are so inspiring! The pictures make you want to go outside and look at the world around you. The poems are perfectly paired with the creative pictures! Zac really knows how to turn something you normally wouldn’t notice into something amazing. I highly recommend these books if you are looking for a work of art! Each time I look at them I notice something new.
By Cathy Norwood
Oct 28, 2017
This book is like the perfect cup of coffee, striking, comforting, and reminiscent of things I have felt, smelled, tasted before. The photos speak volumes on their own, some stunning and some haunting, but paired with poems that invite us right into Zac Gilbert’s heart and soul, the combination is intoxicating. He seems to capture beauty in details I might look right over and completely miss. To me, his photos are a quiet reminder to slow down and look around. I sat down to read/look at a few pages and I found myself soaking up each page to the end. These will be my coffee table books for the foreseeable future!
One day he ran He ran very far away Wondering if his family Needed his stay
Fearless. He should have been.
Soon, he looked back: He heard a song He was sitting on a stool Holding a drink
He was singing along He wondered why?!
He could not be there
I still see the back of you Guiding and leading the pack We biked miles to the beach We could say anything! Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody Anything but: Goodbye
Hopefully, we are all okay Yesterday was quite the memory Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey? Why do the colors of life go away?
The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say Hey for today