Stay Connected“You feel right to me,” she said. “Like naked on cashmere.”
Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover.
This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.
Copyright: © 2019 Naked on Cashmere by Atticus - Produced by Podcast Nation
You stole pieces of me
in all the love I gave you
and never got back.
Keep it now
it is my gift to you
for you will not get more—
and that,
my love,
is my gift to me.
xx Atticus
“You Are Good Enough” by JmStorm
you are good enough.
only you can set that
standard.
but realize that you
may have to walk alone
for a bit. because not
everyone will recognize
it.
we all see the night
sky, but only a few of
us actually see the stars.
Follow JmStorm @jmstormquotes
xx Atticus
Put your hand on your heart
The old man said
in you
there is power
there are ideas
no one has ever thought of
there is the strength to love
purely and intensely
and to be loved back
there is the power to make people happy
and to make people laugh
the power to change lives
and futures
don’t ever forget that power
and don’t ever
give up on it.
Other Poems Read Today:
xx Atticus
She wasn’t happy or sad,
in love or out of love,
she was just there
existing
in the ebb and flow of life—
and that was a dangerous place to be
but her worst mistake
was forgetting to remember
there was more.
xx Atticus
“The Death of Nature” by Prince Neptune
A gentleman crouches beside a young boy drawing waves on the
pavement, 100 years from now
‘Son, if you can possibly begin to imagine, I’ll share with you my
photographs of the earth’
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xx Atticus
Don’t move an inch
in this morning light
should you smudge
the beautiful I see
I want to paint you
every curve with words
and place you
on the mantle of my soul
as the forever memory
of dawn.
xx Atticus
"To Memory" by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Strange Power, I know not what thou art,
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I'd rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live---as now I live---to be
Slain twenty times a day by thee.
Yet, when I would command thee hence,
Thou mockest at the vain pretence,
Murmuring in mine ear a song
Once loved, alas! forgotten long;
And on my brow I feel a kiss
That I would rather die than miss.
xx Atticus
Mon cœur
my heart
you are missing from me
as noticeably
as if I woke
without a leg
so far away
you beat
that I must hobble
through my day
missing you with
missing pieces.
xx Atticus
“In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
xx Atticus
Today
I found an old book
on my shelves
I opened the pages
and smelled the smells
and for a moment
my mind forgot its place and time
as I walked into a cabin
so many miles and years away—
there was a fire on
and the kettle played its tune.
The sun was shining
and my family was there
waving me down to the beach—
I can’t tell you
how incredible it is
to be there now
writing to you
from the cabin of my youth.
Other Poems Read Today:
xx Atticus
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