Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 37
October 13, 2020
Some days are shadow days in my mind, some days it’s harder than...
Some days are shadow days in my mind, some days it’s harder than others to feel light, to chase it. This is ok. This is part of it. Learn to love your darkness with the same tenderness as your light, learn to be gentle when you feel far from peace.
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Call them shadow days,
days when darkness seems to win
and I forget light.
“
— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at The Lost Valley)
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A year of being a husband, of wearing a ring that you gave me, a...
A year of being a husband, of wearing a ring that you gave me, a year of holding you and being held through so many beautiful times, so many scary ones, through so much hope. A year, but you know as I do, I have loved you a thousand lifetimes, and I will love you ten thousand more. I’m yours, damn the rest.
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A year I’ve been yours
and a lifetime before it.
Let us age as one.
“
— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Scotland)
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"Call them shadow days,
days when darkness seems to win
and I forget light."
days when darkness seems to win
and I forget light.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
October 12, 2020
"A year I’ve been yours
and a lifetime before it.
Let us age as one."
and a lifetime before it.
Let us age as one.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
One year ago, right about now, I was standing in Glen Sligachan...
One year ago, right about now, I was standing in Glen Sligachan with the love of my life, Sarah Linden Gregson, saying vows I have waited a lifetime to say. One year ago, we were married in the shadow of those mountains, those storms. We held torch and flame and shouted into the ash of all we’d endured to get to that point, we do so still, now, today. I love you, wife, and I cannot put into words proper, how you save my life, how you make me better, make me More. Thank you, for loving me. Thank you.
Typewriter Series #3056 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Carried a torch over river water in glen,
orange glow ballet in current tar black
from Autumn in its infancy.
Held flame like defiance against the gods
that must live above that mist,
smelled the spark and burn, called it
pyre and refused to mourn.
Listen, whispered through the backs
of front teeth,
as you searched with ears for the sound
made by arriving despite it all.
Held you and led you across the stones,
sparks like seasons rose,
brightened, then faded, as
all things are built for fading.
Stayed there, didn’t we, four seasons
came four seasons gone, here a year
nearly filled with stillness, stolen
by the undoing of all we’ve done.
Still we filled it, somehow with fumbling
fingers, with the glue of one another,
stony soil in place of sea glass,
these four walls like the world spread out,
stuck here, though we are still there,
there where we spoke quiet promises
into oncoming storms, where the semi circle
of eyes vanished one by one by one
as though blinking from existence,
there where it was you, and it was me,
and all the rest fell away.
Held flame in one hand,
held you in the other,
four seasons gone and
only the hand you held
still feels warm.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
October 11, 2020
Have you ever wanted to just up and disappear? Vanish into the...
Have you ever wanted to just up and disappear? Vanish into the kinda life worthy of journaling, of adventure? Cast off your anchor lines and go? Yeah. Me too.
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What of running off,
disappearing into life,
casting this aside?
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— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at The Old Man of Storr)
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"What of running off,
disappearing into life,
casting this aside?"
disappearing into life,
casting this aside?”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
October 10, 2020
"We all wage battles,
wrestle the darkness inside.
We must fight as one."
wrestle the darkness inside.
We must fight as one.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Another custom poem I got to write, hiding little pieces of a...
Another custom poem I got to write, hiding little pieces of a story into my words. I feel so lucky being trusted with your stories, stories of love, ache, loss, and joy. I feel so lucky to try to translate them into poetry. Thank you, for this chance. Still doing them, so if you want, find the shop in my bio and place an order.
Typewriter Series #3055 by Tyler Knott Gregson
To think I thought things over,
to think I thought I knew
the colors of a life,
the way light could come
and throw hope
like lilies
into the valley of our days.
Took a lifetime of wrong
to find one right,
took digging up the weeds
in the garden of us
to understand what it is
to bloom.
Some are built of peace
and some of ache,
some built on the sorrow
that distance plants, on the
weight of waiting.
We are the blossom
after years of drought,
we are the lily,
we are the valley,
we are the light pouring
into every shadowed place.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
October 9, 2020
More lately than ever, I get lost in where I have wandered, where I long to again. I don’t mean to,...
More lately than ever, I get lost in where I have wandered, where I long to again. I don’t mean to, trying to stay mindful and present, but I cannot help it. I drift, I daydream, I wipe my eyes and I walk forward into this routine we have had to call life.
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I get lost in them
daydreams of where I have been.
I don’t want to wake.
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— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
