Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 218
June 4, 2019
Were I to be a bird, a swallow I would be. Their flight is...
Were I to be a bird, a swallow I would be. Their flight is playful, darting and curious, ever closer, investigation in place of apprehension. Their rest is purposeful, balance on a line to stare into the sunset with what can only be described as appreciation. A swallow I would be, forever and for always. (at Helena, Montana)
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June 3, 2019
Typewriter Series #2624 by Tyler Knott GregsonBroken people are...
Typewriter Series #2624 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Broken people are metal and magnet,
all the cracks filled up
with smelted remains of old survival,
recycled, candy swirl over flame.
Magnets in the fingertips,
drawn to one another,
something sticks when one
finds one
and we call ourselves
ferrous.
Broken people find broken people
and spend their dim hours
tracing out all those fused places
of ache.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
“How you plant them all,
words like seeds under new soil,
poems...
“How you plant them all,
words like seeds under new soil,
poems like flowers.”
.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
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"How you plant them all,
words like seeds under new soil,
poems like flowers."
words like seeds under new soil,
poems like flowers.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Simple rule really, simple thing to follow for a beautiful life:...
Simple rule really, simple thing to follow for a beautiful life: be kind to every single living thing. Nothing more. (at Helena, Montana)
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June 2, 2019
Typewriter Series #2623 by Tyler Knott GregsonIs it shortcuts...
Typewriter Series #2623 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Is it shortcuts you’re hunting,
a thousand eyes on your words,
is it praise that keeps you writing?
Is it my eyes you’re after,
is it why you attach me to the thoughts
you spill?
These are your words,
this is your version of the truth,
own them, own it,
and let it stand on its own legs.
I played no part in this,
so remove me from your work,
be proud of your creation
and let those meant to find it,
find it.
There are no shortcuts to truth,
to those willing to support it,
there is no secret here
save this:
Open the arteries to your heart
and let ink spill
like blood.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
“Where we both come from
never mattered half as much
as where...
“Where we both come from
never mattered half as much
as where we’re heading.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(at Helena, Montana)
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"Where we both come from
never mattered half as much
as where we’re heading."
never mattered half as much
as where we’re heading.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
The dimness at the close of day, the earth resting its eyes for...
The dimness at the close of day, the earth resting its eyes for a spell, one short sleep after all that work. Just a few minutes, it whispers, I just need to close them for a few minutes. (at Castlerigg stone circle)
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June 1, 2019
Typewriter Series #2622 by Tyler Knott GregsonThey call it...
Typewriter Series #2622 by Tyler Knott Gregson
They call it independence,
celebrate it each year, fireworks
and parades, songs that echo down
twisting streets, down avenues wide.
I call it the same, always will,
for the three words that fell out of you
that day, the three words of mine
that followed as though they’d always
been holding hands,
and we’re holding them still.
This is the shape of things,
the dome like sky littered with starlight,
with glow and memory.
This is the shape of us,
linked and elastic, pulling
back to some center.
One day, stillness,
no need for the bounce
back. One day,
I’ll roll over and find you
in the sheets, I’ll pause
waiting for the laughter between
your lips, I’ll reach for you
before I drift off.
Even a fingertip, touching mine,
and I can sleep still and sound.
One day all our sleep
will be sound.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
