Naked on Cashmere

She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx [email protected]

“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 [email protected]

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 [email protected]

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 [email protected]

"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