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
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
I have seen your
darkest nights
and brightest days
and I want you to know
that I will be here
forever
loving you
in dusk.
xx Atticus
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
xx Atticus
Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme DARKNESS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx
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Today, we’re starting off with “My Sweet Darling.”
Xx
My sweet darling,
all these tears,
this hurt,
the pain in your heart,
do not fight it anymore,
it is a gift, you see, to feel this much
and even though it’s hard
it means you’re alive
with each of these tearful breaths gasped
your soul awakens,
more alive in the pain
than you were in the numb,
you are coming back to me now, my love,
lucid in this darkness—
so cry aloud,
yell,
and fall,
and I will be here waiting
to catch you
when the waking up is done.
Other Poem Read Today:
xx Atticus
I have noticed
through careful observation
that you look your best
soaked in champagne
under fireworks
dancing in the rain.
xx Atticus
"Sometimes I Sit” by Christopher Poindexter
sometimes i sit
alone beneath
the stars and think
of the galaxies
inside of my
heart and truly
wonder if anyone
will ever want
to make sense of
all that i am
Follow Christopher Poindexter @christopherpoindexter
xx Atticus
Sometimes we
feed the hurt
inside us
like a wild bear on a chain
just to see
how angry we can make it
before letting it go.
xx Atticus
“Thunderstorms” by W. H. Davies
My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words,
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.
Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
And brood your heavy hours;
For when you rain me words,
My thoughts are dancing flowers
And joyful singing birds.
xx Atticus
She was a storm
the kind of girl
you needed to lose
yourself to find
somewhere
up half a bottle of whiskey
and down half the moon of sky.
xx Atticus
"Do It All And Do It Now Baby” by Prince Neptune
O delicate young woman you
Listen here and listen close
Run into the balmy night
Singing with boisterous delight
For someday you will lay to rest
Beside your tired prince
Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoet
xx Atticus
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