Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 259
December 30, 2016
"I still feel your hands
sliding across all my skin;
I still feel your breath."
sliding across all my skin;
I still feel your breath.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
It’s been a nomadic year, and I have wandered my way...
It’s been a nomadic year, and I have wandered my way through it. It’s a strange way to live, never knowing where you are going next; it’s a strange thing always saying yes to the upcoming destination. I would have it no other way. The world unlocks if you let it, and you can find so much beauty if you just look. Stand in total wonderment from time to time, breathe deep and truly see. We are raindrops on the surface of the oceans, tiny explosions of life, and then we join the universe again. Make your time, make your beautifully brief fall from the heavens, count.
December 29, 2016
Back a bit ago, this was Typewriter Series #113....
Back a bit ago, this was Typewriter Series #113. Yep.
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Me fact: I LOVE ginger ale (only @_canada_dry , Schweppes just doesn’t cut the mustard) but I don’t like ginger at all. Weird.
Typewriter Series #1738 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Today would have...
Typewriter Series #1738 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Today would have been my beautiful golden retriever Hobbes’s 11th birthday. Her body didn’t make it to 11, but I swear I have never stopped feeling her next to me. I love you Hobbes, now, and always. Happy Birthday.*
"We give of ourselves
to all the creatures we love;
we give willingly."
to all the creatures we love;
we give willingly.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
You would have been 11 today. You would have curled around me...
You would have been 11 today. You would have curled around me like a serpentine thing and fallen asleep within minutes. Do I say I miss you? Is it enough? We are creatures built to love, you and I, and the price for that magic is loss. The price is this ache. Know that I will pay it, know that I will gladly feel the hole in me that you left. Do I say I miss you? Know that you saved my life, more times than I could count, in ways I cannot begin to mention. Happy Birthday my perfect Hobbes. I will celebrate you this day, as I do every day, and I will feel you near me as I look for you again, for I know you are here now, I know you chose to come back, even though you did not have to return. You are here, within me, and you are here, saving someone else’s life, one piece at a time, while I type these words. Happy Birthday Hobbes. I love you.
December 28, 2016
“Woken with kisses,
your lips smooth atop my lips,
before eyes...
“Woken with kisses,
your lips smooth atop my lips,
before eyes open.”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Once upon a time, four long years ago, this little firecracker...
Once upon a time, four long years ago, this little firecracker was Typewriter Series #112.
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Tonight, do me a favor, tag someone who might not follow me who just may need a little more poetry in their life. We need to spread words. Now more than ever. :)
