Category: poet: tyler knott gregson

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2561 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2561 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

You reach up
I’ll reach down
and there’ll be the pull,
magnetic, steady,
until fingertips
and fingertips
graze and glance
and intertwine
like rope made
strong.
What will be
when these palms
touch?

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2560 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2560 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Not much kindness,
if you trust what’s told,
a startling lack
spread and compounded
across the sphere of things.
What’s the point,
why bother,
we cannot change a damn thing,
we say, sulking and scared.

Still, I say, without quite
imploring,
A single drop of blood
stains all the water
in a sink.  

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2557 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2557 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Today is a special poem.  7 years ago, to the very day, I began the Typewriter Series.  7 years in a blink, 7 years in an eternity.  I have never, ever, missed a day.  7 years of a poem a day, 7 years of life, of change, of sorrow, of ache, of love, of joy.  7 years.  Here’s to them, and to all of you, for being here for all of them.*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Think of the firelight, the flames
warming the water, for hours,
days, until we enter
and watch for Northern Lights.
I can smell the log, smell the peat
scenting the air between us,
I can feel every hour we spent apart
evaporating
and rising into the obscurity
just beyond where the glow
can reach.  

I cannot wait to hear
the sound of all that nothing,
the susurrus that comes
when all the things you need
are all things you
finally have.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2556 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2556 by Tyler Knott Gregson

This poem is a collaboration with my beautiful friend Annie of @Sonder_goods for an unbelievable candle with a custom scent I helped create.  Stay tuned for more, but follow her in the meantime 🙂

Text for Tired Eyes:

In scent is memory,
breathe
and follow it back.
Hands on hands,
then, in some stillness,
noses in necks,
some soft smell
of sensuality,
of safety, of the spinning
when all things are new.

Take this glow
and call it
home.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2555 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2555 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Your glasses on,
just for the reading,
but on all the same,
and it shifts me
in my chair.  
Stirred,
I look at you,
nearly breathless,
and hope you will read
forever.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2554 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2554 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

There’ll be a place for logic,
reason and certainty,
for the factual representation
that explains away
the starlight, the shine of moon
in stain of night.  

There’ll be a place for magic,
imagination and invention,
for the simile and metaphor,
that grants mythology
to the shine of planets, of galaxies
filling up the dark.

This is an unexhausted heart,
and it was born for story,
there’ll be a place for logic,
but it will not be
here.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2553 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2553 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What if clouds come over some sea,
dark and grey and thick
with wind and rainfall,
what if they call to me, what
if they know the words I have wanted
to hear?  What if they pull me,
lunar like and steady,
untie the knots that keep me
moored, what if they change
all I know of gravity?  

I’m not afraid of sailing
into storms, I’m afraid
of never wishing
to sail back
home.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2552 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2552 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What of all these places, stuffed into the center
of me, pulling on seams, leaking stories
like feathers, one at a time, more if you pull?
I of many lives, when they spill they sound
manufactured, short stories of fiction
wrapped up in a cover of skin.  

Here, the shell seeker, hunting bubbles
on sandy shorelines, watching snakes be
swung in circles overhead, grandfather
protecting those from venom.  There,
first learning of death.  

Here, segregation still separating a
community, years beyond what was shown
on news channels, in papers.  Shaped,
I was, by friendships that caused
fingers pointed and whispers, hatred
manifesting in old prejudice, I loved
who I loved, called family who my heart
felt safe with, no color mattered.  There,
first learning of ignorance.  

Here, wandering across a nation, off the
interstates, out of the spotlights
and into the deserts, into the shadows
of the Sandias, into the forgotten corners
of states, small stadiums filled
with big dreams.  There,
first learning of harsh realities.  

I, man of many lives, and haunted
though I may be from them all,
from their singing inside,
I call it nothing else, but
serenading.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2551 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2551 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Stretch yourself out, long
and loose, in some green field,
in some star soaked place,
filled and spilling over
with silence.  

Speak to the wind,
toss secrets like bottles,
letters cork safe and rolled,
send out your sorrows,
hopes, whisper your
fears and let them be carried
away.

Somewhere, they will slow,
somewhere, someone
will hear.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2550 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2550 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Is it meditation
if I sit and face the sun
and notice nothing but
warmth and glow,
red on the back of my
eyelids?  

I will call it such
and when opening my eyes
to the strange blue hue
of all things around me,

I will whisper in soft confidence,
this, this here,
is enlightenment.  

-Tyler Knott Gregson-