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
I have noticed
that all wine
regardless of the cost or vintage
tastes the same when sipped
directly out of the bottle
running naked to the beach
under a full
and summer moon.
xx Atticus
Keep your kingdoms
give me
the open road
the stars in the sky
the smell of a campfire
around the next bend
and I will be as rich as any king.
xx Atticus
You and I
are stars
met once
in the breath of a universe
crossed only for a moment
as the ebb and flow
of dust and atoms.
xx Atticus
Today’s reading:
On those nights
when the thick snow drifts
through moonlight
and the sky looks like falling stars
close your eyes
look up
tongue out to the gods
and feel the cool ash burn you.
xx Atticus
The trees seemed to breathe more at night.
There was a freshness in the air
like the world was being born again.
Steam billowed from the machine
and danced up
mixing with my breath.
I rode on into the black,
leaves scurrying from the tires,
startled by this strange one-eyed beast.
I always wanted to remember these moments,
alone on the road
the smell of wood-burning somewhere,
and wet cut grass covered with tomorrow’s dew.
Fast I’d ride,
deep into the ghostly night,
wind in my face,
eyes screaming tears,
blurring the sky into diamonds,
and my engine,
in its symphony,
became my silence,
a knife’s edge to the numb world
my blissful blurry road.
xx Atticus
Daughter of mine—
for your smiles,
for your tears,
for your skinned knees,
and your broken hearts,
for the love you give,
and the love you find.
For whatever you become,
or don’t,
it is far too late,
I love you already,
long before
we ever meet.
xx Atticus
Have you ever
smelled a smell
that brings you
instantly back
to a moment
from your youth?
I always loved that feeling.
I hope that’s what death is
just sitting on clouds
smelling old smells.
xx Atticus
If I’m honest,
very little in life
has compared
in immensity
or magnitude
before or since
to the electric
and wild feeling
of the first time
I kissed
a girl.
xx Atticus
You wore a smile and a scar
in the front seat
of an old Cadillac
we were two kids chasing sunsets
holding on to memories in moments—
all the ways you were
I wish I could’ve bottled it up
that feeling
drinking it now that
you are gone.
xx Atticus
I woke before her
and she slept on as the sun rose
spilling light across our bed
she was an angel in my sheets
the girl I would draw
if given a thousand years
and only a promise
she might one day come to life.
xx Atticus
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