Tyler knott gregson biography of michael
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You are mystery,
and I’m unravelling you.
What will uncover?
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Sharing this newsletter in full because it needs to be seen.
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Topsy turvy times, these, spin us about like karusell, like rollercoaster off the rails but somehow still furiously speeding along. I don’t know if you’re on the same page as I am, hell even the same book, but as of late I’ve felt upside down, I’ve felt pulled in strange directions, I’ve felt myself dangling from the end of my rope in many ways. We’ve talked of COVID fatigue on here many-a-time, but inom think for many of us, this is something else, something deeper.
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I think we’re soul sick, the lot of us, and if you’re not and you happen to be reading this thinking I am crazy and you’ve no idea what I am speaking of, I am so thrilled for you. Share with us what your secrets are, share with us what you’re feeling that gets you through those bog days. For the rest of us, know
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Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 4
Years on years on years I’ve been spilling out words, telling some long winding story, my story, our story. They culminated here, in this photograph, in this pause between those chapters and the rest we will write together, they all came to the front of me and poured out of my eyes and cracked my röst like a desert floor. Then came the rain, all that salt stored up from all that time waiting to säga them, to write them, to read them aloud into Scottish rain. I broke reading these words, full and wholly, inom shattered over and again, she held it together so much better than I did, for it felt like a setting down of a weight that I’d held for ages, for eternities. A turning of a page has a sound, it has a tangible feel, it has a smell and inom know now it’s cracking röst, it’s old pages between fingertips, it’s heather after an October misting, it’s her skin beneath that dress, it’s the Harris tweed once rained upon.
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It’s still April, and it’s still National Poetry Month. I’ve selected three more poems that I like, created some graphics, and hope you enjoy them, too.
Robert Frost is another of our great American poets, and for this post, I read quite a few of his, most unknown to me, and loved this one, Come In.”
How could it truly be poetry month without a love poem or two? The first, “Falling Stars”, is written by Austrian poet, Raine Maria Rilke, who published in German, and changed the way poetry was written and expressed.
Tyler Knott Gregson is a modern day American poet and author who first began to achieve fame for his poetry on social media in 2009.
All things are possible. Hope you enjoyed the poetry!
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