Category: Poetry

Raise your words not your voice.

Raise your words not your voice.

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #2125 by Tyler K…

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Typewriter Series #2125 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Will I be an old man,  singing to the seals
as they pass by the sound, will I holler into the loch
and wait for the sound of my own voice
to return, only older, only slower.  
Maybe this is a road that’s always been
heading there, a destination before I knew
of the journey that would unfold.  Maybe
I have been practicing those songs, all my life.  

I can see it, the rain shadow and the squall,
there is sea foam on the sand.  
There is a sadness to this.  

Look for the crazy old wanderer, hair
wind tossed and careless, look for the
weather worn smile, the eyes wrinkle
carved.  This road has been winding,
but heading east.
There is salt in the wind.  
-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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