Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 137
December 21, 2019
"What started as years
has whittled down into weeks.
We are nearly there."
has whittled down into weeks.
We are nearly there.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
December 20, 2019
Typewriter Series #2824 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Psst, wanna hear...
Typewriter Series #2824 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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You don’t know it’s gone
after a time,
don’t know it was
ever there
to begin with,
flutters out like a
broken winged bird
out a half opened
window,
and then you’re
sitting in the dark,
still dressed
in yesterdays clothes,
and haven’t eaten
for three days.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
You make me waffles,
while I’m making your coffee,
meet in the...
You make me waffles,
while I’m making your coffee,
meet in the middle.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"You make me waffles,
while I’m making your coffee,
meet in the middle."
while I’m making your coffee,
meet in the middle.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I’ve a rubber band in my heart, anchored to the muscle and the pulse. The other end is hooked to...
I’ve a rubber band in my heart, anchored to the muscle and the pulse. The other end is hooked to here, to the Highlands, to the mists my family became children of, all those years ago.
December 19, 2019
Typewriter Series #2823 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Psst, wanna hear...
Typewriter Series #2823 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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One day, I’ll climb taller mountains, fade off
into the thin air of some forgotten place,
find peace in silence and the repetition
of some routine, sweep the same floors
over and again and understand it was never
about the dirt, at all.
I’ll swim deeper seas, rise breathless
and bursting, craving air above all things,
learn of emptiness that threatens
from the darkness below, that it’s light
near the surface of your own salvation,
that you’ll be choking when you arrive.
I will sit hungry and watch others eat,
ask not for plate or cup, but delight
in satisfaction that swells in others.
I have more to learn of this place,
of what it is to worship what deserves
worshipping, of how to be something
worth digging back up when I have
stopped, of being ashes
worth spreading into some stiff
Eastern wind.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
“I wake and I write
of you in a million forms.
Letters like your...
“I wake and I write
of you in a million forms.
Letters like your skin.”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"I wake and I write
of you in a million forms.
Letters like your skin."
of you in a million forms.
Letters like your skin.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
In the dark, the freezing empty,I will hold the glow, if you will hold me. A halo of orange in a...
In the dark, the freezing empty,
I will hold the glow, if you will hold me.
A halo of orange in a world of night,
as you are your own, I will carry the light.
December 18, 2019
Typewriter Series #2822 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Psst, wanna hear...
Typewriter Series #2822 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Psst, wanna hear me read these poems aloud? Podcast is up on Spotify and iTunes and places, and the linkthing is in my bio. Subscribe, it’s gonna grow soon.*
Kisses were new once,
novelty things thick with
apprehension and exploration,
lips were shy then,
a half second from quivering,
or fumbling for permission.
Weren’t we new once,
that peace before granted
became the default way
of taking things?
Lean in like we’re learning,
like we haven’t done this
ten thousand times.
Teach my tongue
and linger just a little
longer.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
