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 took her hand,
and my heart beat fast
as her warmth swallowed me up.
A thousand times I’d run this trail
but not with her.
Her eyes were all that young love should be,
and they lit me up
in every look.
We lay in shooting skies
and freckled stars, and
promised our love would last forever—
and so in our forever
it would
there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill,
with silver moon rivers
and sailing ships.
xx Atticus
I wrote madly in youth.
I wrote because I had so much to see
and so much to say.
I had to share what I saw in the oranges of the desert nights,
the way the drugs made my mind sting,
and the pretty girls spun in the youth and dust --
this dream, everything we’d found,
it was ours,
and would be forever--
it was easy then,
the pen and the paper were two cans on a string to the stars,
and I wrote what they told me
in all the colors they said--
but it’s different now,
the purples aren’t as purple,
the drugs don’t sting,
and the girls dance far away
as if ghosts/shadows of some abandoned town
the string to the stars has worn loose,
and we the children
look at the stars less,
for they lied to us,
they broke their promise---
we did not live forever.
xx Atticus
Other poems read today:
I want to be with someone
who dreams of doing everything in life,
and nothing
on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
xx Atticus
We aspire
only to live
our lives well,
to fall into the gentle to and fro of life,
and the refrains of seasons and tides
rocking us slowly & finally to sleep
as old and loved
as we can possibly be.
xx Atticus
There is no excuse
I've heard worthy
to decline
a request
by a lady of
reasonable
morals
and pleasant
company
for a skinny dip
under a warm
summer moon.
xx Atticus
In the mornings
she taught me French
and after breakfast she would paint
and I would write
and as the spring rain fell on the skylight
and the tea steamed from its mugs
my heart hummed
to the music
of the dream
we’d found.
xx Atticus
If I had all the treasure in the world,
I would follow my dreams,
play with my children,
and spend time with my wife.”
“No,”
said the old man.
“If you followed your dreams,
played with your children,
and spent time with your wife,
you would have all the treasure in the world.
xx Atticus
It took me a long time to realize
that I am happiest
not at the parties
or the dinners
or the shows
but at home with you
and just our books
our movies
and our tea.
And wherever we go
for now and forever
we will bring this happy with us
for home lives
inside us now
wherever
together
we go.
xx Atticus
The truth is—magic lives in all of us who choose to look for it.
It lives in the morning in the springtime in Paris, it’s in the smell of the world after the rain, or a stormy afternoon in bed on a Sunday, it’s in warm sweaters and a lovers’ nook, it’s in those sad days that never end, and the happy days that end too soon.
It’s in every spicy margarita or bathtub with rosé, it’s in good books and Spanish beaches, it’s the sun warming cheeks through the clouds, it’s in that quiet forest where the trees sway or the way the lake reflects the moon.
It’s in art; it’s in music, it’s in words. It’s in you and it’s in me and any of us that choose to find it. For the greatest truth about magic… is that it’s true.
xx Atticus
Other poems read today:
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