Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 38
October 9, 2020
"I get lost in them
daydreams of where I have been.
I don’t want to wake."
daydreams of where I have been.
I don’t want to wake.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
October 8, 2020
Not entirely here, but there, too. All this time stuck in these...
Not entirely here, but there, too. All this time stuck in these four walls, I am starting to fray and forget my edges. I am bleeding out into the rest of this place. I am lost and undone.
.
Half of me is here,
the half that never leaves you,
half is far away.
“
— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Glencoe, Highland, Scotland)
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"Half of me is here,
the half that never leaves you,
half is far away."
the half that never leaves you,
half is far away.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Been thinking about how we become those we love, all love, all...
Been thinking about how we become those we love, all love, all the people. We become one another, sometimes in small ways, sometimes in massive. What a display of love this, mirroring those we care for.
Typewriter Series #3054 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Don’t we become those
we love,
morph and meld in
silent slide,
one thing to another
passing by all the stages
in between?
Ice to steam, we,
the evaporation of she
into me, of me
back into she.
On my lips she kissed me
And recognized them
As her own.
I held her hand
And knew her fingers
were mine.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
October 7, 2020
All these haiku are aimed at one thing, illuminating tiny...
All these haiku are aimed at one thing, illuminating tiny slivers of a life, of my life. I wake, I count the syllables, I show all of you these pieces. Who knows where they land. Who knows.
.
Count the syllables,
try to sum up a moment.
You shift in the sheets.
“
— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
(at Helena, Montana)
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"Count the syllables,
try to sum up a moment.
You shift in the sheets."
try to sum up a moment.
You shift in the sheets.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Soon the winter will return, and so we aim at warmth, aim at...
Soon the winter will return, and so we aim at warmth, aim at preserving it, aim at making a bubble of it to wrap ourselves in. Love will be made here, but only after an unmaking. You will see.
Typewriter Series #3053 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Racing the freeze
we are,
the button up of what
will be called
home.
Love will be made,
after an unmaking
here.
Warmth will spread
and balloon
these walls
if only we can beat
the freeze.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
October 6, 2020
My oh my I miss the mist. The fog. The smell of growing things....
My oh my I miss the mist. The fog. The smell of growing things.
.
Wrap me in that mist,
paint me in emerald green.
I am made for this.
“
— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Connemara)
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"Wrap me in that mist,
paint me in emerald green.
I am made for this."
paint me in emerald green.
I am made for this.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Nearly winter here in Montana again, I feel the cold building on...
Nearly winter here in Montana again, I feel the cold building on the horizon of the days, and it staggers me to think we’ve gone from Winter to Winter without moving, without traveling, without working, without seeing this beautiful planet. Winter to Winter thanks to this damn covid, but my god aren’t we still lucky to be here? I’ll work on counting my blessings, not my gripes.
Typewriter Series #3052 by Tyler Knott Gregson
From winter to winter
we’ve gone,
half a year stolen
and these feet cemented
to this place.
Tell me tomorrow won’t
feel like
yesterday,
tell me we will
wander
once again.
I am tired of feeling tired,
sleepwalking man,
and while I promise
I’m still in love
with being alive,
I cannot lie,
I miss feeling
like I
am.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
