Naked on Cashmere

She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

She wasn’t happy or sad,in love or out of love,she was just thereexistingin the ebb and flow of life—and that was a dangerous place to bebut her worst mistakewas forgetting to rememberthere was more. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

In the morningsshe taught me Frenchand after breakfast she would paintand I would writeand as the spring rain fell on the skylightand the tea steamed from its mugsmy heart hummedto the musicof the dreamwe’d found. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings  i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart  (i carry it in my heart) xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Does the sun promise to shine?No, but it will—even behind the darkest clouds,and no promisewill make it shine longer or brighterfor that is its fate,to burn until it can burn no more.To love you is not my promisebut my fate—to burn for youuntil I can burn no more xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

All life is a revolt against deathand all revolts are eventually quelled.The question is:in those momentswith a rock in your handand tear gas in your eyescan you smile to the fatesstand tallandmake your voice heard? xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

On those nightswhen the thick snow driftsthrough moonlightand the sky looks like falling starsclose your eyeslook uptongue out to the  godsand feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson) Out here on this very dayWe journey further into the illusionAdrift in the great dreamYearning for entry into the severed realm Do you know that the death of earth soon come?Do you know the progress of destruction?Do you know the strange new topography of the coast? Life closes in slowly around usAnd we seek salvation in copulationIn drugsAnd by sunset we ascendOnly to find that our mindsAnd our bodiesWeren't ours at all.Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoetand @codysimpson xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter I have fallenin love many times.Have you ever sat in a barand watched a lonely manor woman by themselves,their tired eyes shaken,fixed on nothing butthe glass in front of them?Can't you taste their sadnessfrom across the room?Those people.I fall in lovewith those people.To me there are few thingsmore real.Follow Christopher @christopherpoindexterxx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

that you’d pressed—it was orangeand redand yellowand small.And in all waysit was our lovegone nowbut beautiful stillas the memory of something more. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Keep your kingdomsgive methe open roadthe stars in the skythe smell of a campfirearound the next bendand I will be as rich as any king. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Tell me,she said,about our houseour childrenour gardenabout the lives we will have --but he never couldand it wasn't until she was gonethat he understoodthat she never needed the houseshe only needed the dream.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

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 beforewe ever meet. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

I took her hand,and my heart beat fastas her warmth swallowed me up.A thousand times I’d run this trailbut not with her.Her eyes were all that young love should be,and they lit me upin every look.We lay in shooting skiesand freckled stars, andpromised our love would last forever—and so in our foreverit wouldthere in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill,with silver moon riversand sailing ships.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

We aspireonly to liveour lives well,to fall into the gentle to and fro of life,and the refrains of seasons and tidesrocking us slowly & finally to sleepas old and lovedas we can possibly be. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

I woke before herand she slept on as the sun rosespilling light across our bedshe was an angel in my sheetsthe girl I would drawif given a thousand yearsand only a promiseshe might one day come to life. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

There is no excuseI’ve heardworthyto declinea requestby a lady ofreasonablemoralsand pleasantcompanyfor a skinny dipunder a warmsummer moon. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

You and Iare starsmet oncein the breath of a universecrossed only for a momentas the ebb and flowof dust and atoms. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

It rained in Romebut when the sun came outit seemed freshlike a city made newand the ruins glimmeredreminding methat nothing lasts forevernot citiesnot kingdomsnot rainstorms. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Hidden away above two thin staircasesa bed, a desk, and bookshelf,a writer’s paradisethe rain would fall and setits cadence to my thoughtsthe old radiator pumped hot breathforcing my window to be cracked a pinchand there each night I would fall asleepin a melody of cold and hot—wrapped up safe in all my ghosts.  xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course,for this night at leastthe old music played louderthan the truth that beat beneath our shirts, and as the stars melted into morningwe smiled at the old storiesand left our love hanging in the airas we embarked alone on our tomorrows. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Have you ever had a feeling there’s more to youthan the personeverybody else seesa person hidden deep within the very fabric of your soul— you must pull that threadunravel the truth of you and wake within yourselfthat great giant you already know you can be. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Go forth and conquer for the world is small and you are a giant and every stepyou takewill make the ground shake as it risesto meet you. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

To be honestyou scare meI’m terrified of letting you inof seeing myselfmore clearly through your eyeswondering if I’m good enoughor if one day I’ll lose youbut the truth isnot having you at allscares me morethan all the othertruths of loveand that thoughtmakes me brave.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Her love came from deep withina calm acceptanceof who she was in the worlda quiet respectfor the face she sawin the mirror.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

She flirted with lifeand life flirted right back with her, as if all the universecame more alivejust for herand everything felt her glow.It wasin the dewin the starsand the colors of the sky—they all shonebright as they couldin the hopesto catch her eye.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

We ran from beach clubs in rain showers drinking champagne from bottles jumping into pools in our clothes and kissing under lightning, we yelled promises in thunderclapsto never grow old— and I fell in love with you and the absolute certainty it all would last forever. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

I want to know every part of you, every scar, every bruise, I want to trace the map of you, my fingers a compass, your freckles the constellations which in my heart I will chart so when I close my eyes I’ll have you in my stars forever. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

There we were making rhythmsJumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeatSetting new times to our universeAnd we drank it in like warming wineWe the childrenRunning to desertsPockets full of magicWith whiskey spirits in our souls and our wingsUs few the boldThe brave trodden soulsTobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyesKaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our mindsTo stir our colored dreamsOur dusty hearts set aflameBy setting stars and shooting sunsAnd here the sparks become our lovesAnd so with them we danced upInto airless skies and cloudless nightsTo make ash angels on moonsAnd snowflakes of Milky Waysxx Atticus@atticuspoetry

Oh no,I’ve had the slow murmur of a Paris thought,the kind that won’t leaveuntil well aftera month-long-weekof rosé,cafés,and sunsets on the Seine. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

"Paris in Spring” by Sara Teasdale The city's all a-shining Beneath a fickle sun, A gay young wind's a-blowing, The little shower is done. But the rain-drops still are clinging And falling one by one -- Oh it's Paris, it's Paris, And spring-time has begun. I know the Bois is twinkling In a sort of hazy sheen, And down the Champs the gray old arch Stands cold and still between. But the walk is flecked with sunlight Where the great acacias lean, Oh it's Paris, it's Paris, And the leaves are growing green. The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead, There falls a dash of rain, But who would care when such an airComes blowing up the Seine? And still Ninette sits sewing Beside her window-pane, When it's Paris, it's Paris, And spring-time's come again.  xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

There is no safer place I knowthan tuckedin a cornerof a café in Pariswith a bottle of roséand an afternoon to spare. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

In the morningsshe taught me Frenchand after breakfast she would paint and I would writeand as the spring rain fell on the skylight and the tea steamed from its mugsmy heart hummed to the musicof the dream we’d found. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

The way you flirt with ParisI am forgottenleft in the spinning blossomof your love—and all I can do iswatch you bothand smileas the gardens bloom.xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com 

"Fourth Caprice in Montparnasse" by TS Eliot We turn the corner of the street And again Here is a landscape grey with rain On black umbrellas, waterproofs, And dashing from the slated roofs Into a mass of mud and sand. Behind a row of blackened trees. The dripping plastered houses stand Like mendicants without regrets For unpaid debts Hand in pocket, undecided, Indifferent if derided.  Among such scattered thoughts as these We turn the corner of the street; But why are we so hard to please?xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme PARIS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.Today, we’re starting off with “Give Me A Room In Paris.”Xx Give me a room in Paristhe smaller, the betterand it must be winterand it must be coldso we can make it hottoo hot to sit stilland the window must be thinso we can hear the bellsand the power must surge and bubbleso the lights flickerand the records skiplet the water be weakso our coffee is strongso we can stay up late to dance.Give me this Parisand I will paint for youall the truths I knowabout magic. Other Poem Read Today:"In Paris With You” by James Fenton“The Eiffel Tower” by Ronza Z xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Poetryto meis stumbling in the darksearching forthe right wordsto describethe feelingI getwhen she smileswhile she sleeps. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height,One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

The sunset ragedin its gentle furya four-horsed apocalypsecharging toward ushuddled on a beachin woolen blanketssinging songson a ukuleleto the ever-riding doom of dark. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

On those nights when the thick snow driftsthrough moonlightand the sky looks like falling stars close your eyeslook uptongue out to the gods and feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

I have seen yourdarkest nights and brightest daysand I want you to knowthat I will be hereforeverloving youin dusk.xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

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 @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

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. XxFor those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast. 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 muchand even though it’s hardit means you’re alivewith each of these tearful breaths gaspedyour soul awakens,more alive in the painthan 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 waitingto catch youwhen the waking up is done. Other Poem Read Today:“Let’s Start With The Hard Part" by Kayil York“He Lit The Sky For Her...” by Theresa Lloyd xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

I have noticedthrough careful observationthat you look your bestsoaked in champagneunder fireworksdancing in the rain. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

"Sometimes I Sit” by Christopher Poindexter sometimes i sitalone beneaththe stars and thinkof the galaxiesinside of myheart and trulywonder if anyonewill ever wantto make sense ofall that i am Follow Christopher Poindexter @christopherpoindexter xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Sometimes wefeed the hurtinside uslike a wild bear on a chainjust to seehow angry we can make itbefore letting it go. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

“Thunderstorms” by W. H. Davies My mind has thunderstorms,That brood for heavy hours:Until they rain me words,My thoughts are drooping flowersAnd sulking, silent birds. Yet come, dark thunderstorms,And brood your heavy hours;For when you rain me words,My thoughts are dancing flowersAnd joyful singing birds.  xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

She was a stormthe kind of girlyou needed to loseyourself to findsomewhereup half a bottle of whiskeyand down half the moon of sky.xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

"Do It All And Do It Now Baby” by Prince Neptune O delicate young woman youListen here and listen closeRun into the balmy nightSinging with boisterous delightFor someday you will lay to restBeside your tired prince Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoetxx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme WILD and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. XxFor those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast. What of the firefly,the one I love to chase?The old man smiledLove herhe saidbut leave her wild,and the old oak tree I love to climb?Love her, he said, but leave her wildthe bird that sings that song I love?Love her, he said, but leave her wildand the wolf that cries to the old joke moon?Love her, he said, but leave her wildand the horse that loves to run with storms?Love her, he said, but leave her wild.And what of her,the one I love most?And the old man smiled.Yes, he said,you must love her toobut love her wildand she’ll love you. Other Poem Read Today:“Bird on a Wire" by Leonard Cohen xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com