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It’s been a bit since I’ve posted a Typewriter Series poem, and oddly, it’s not for lack of writing them. I’ve still been churning them out, still been writing everything from custom poetry, which is what today’s is, to the random spillings of my altogether random mind. Today, it’s a custom poem for a wonderful woman that reached out and wanted a bit of her story told. I had a blast writing it, as I always do, and the challenge to take bits and bobs of someone’s life, swirl them around, and hopefully spit out something meaningful and recognizable, is an intense one.
It’s an odd thing, posting these, as it seems the trend has been turning so much towards easier to digest works, that all social medias are bombarded by short poetry, that people just don’t have time for length. Who knows. I just know I’m still writing, and I’m going to keep sharing with you, if that’s alright.
To love is to lose,
but it is the aftermath of loss
that pulls the net
from below our tightrope feet.
We are such heights
without the grace of safety,
we are the aching understanding
that the further we feel
the more it will hurt.
One foot, two,
left foot over right,
don’t look down but
forward. Arms wide
to hold more than balance,
but the world as it
spins.
Look at me,
from where you are,
look at my stillness despite
the winds.
I would fly if I fell,
and I know you always loved
a winged thing.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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Typewriter Series #3075 | 3.29.21
Tyler... I got your book today, it’s blowing me away! Thank you for sharing your light with us.
i love this one so much!