The Genius of Tyler Knott Gregson

 

I have this strong urge to write something about him. This beautiful creature, whose words made me feel mushy (which rarely happens) and inspired. With his words, I fell in love. With his poems, I feel all kinds of emotions. Poetry just seemed to flow in his veins and seeped in his skin. I wish I can find the right words to describe his genius. He, on the other hand, definitely had a way with words.

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Enthralling words just come naturally to him. It’s like he wakes up in the morning and his brain is already bursting with great verses and rhyme, all of them so eager to be written down and spoken out loud. I confess I am in love with this man. I don’t need to see him in person, his words are enough. The more I read his haikus, I more I fell deeper into his spell. Where all those amazing poetry did came from? It’s like there’s a well of exquisite verses, stanzas, rhyme, sonnets, and cantos inside of him and there’s no end to it.

 

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It doesn’t matter how he does it, I greatly enjoyed his words and that what matters. He sure adds beauty to this already magnificent world. I am not much of a fan of poetry, they are fascinating and charming but only a few truly understand. I can hardly read a work of Shakespeare because of the form; I have been meaning to read Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy but can’t start because it is written in cantos. I find it so hard to concentrate in the flow of the story when they are told lyrically. Until I stumble upon one of his haiku’s. I can’t remember the first one but each time I read one more poem of his, I was captivated. What a sensitive man, I’d say, and I realized that a man doesn’t always have to the chest beating type, alpha male who is not very expressive about his emotion to be a manly man. A man can be so in touch with his sensitive side and will still be appealing and lovable as the next hunk. So you ask who is paragon that I am talking about.Image

 

 

He is Tyler Knott Gregson; poet, author, photographer, artist, Buddhist (according to his profile in Goodreads).   This is probably the best line to describe him:

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I am never the cheesy, mushy type. I was never the type who swoons easily (or just swoon). With his words, I become those and more. Reading his works is like a calming balm to my soul, a caress of a lover, the first ray of sun in the morning, a tall drink of cool, fresh water after a long walk in the desert. His word turns my knees into jelly (cliché but true), melted my heart then makes it whole again, made me realize things about myself.  I am at loss for words; they will never be enough to fully convey my awe for this man. Now I sound so corny, it doesn’t matter though, he makes my soul sing. It’s amazing how a person whom you haven’t even seen can make such an impact in your life. For all I know he is probably not as great as he seemed to be in real life but I don’t care.   He will always hold a special place in my heart.   I wanted to write a line or two for him but try as I may I can’t, it’s just not in my DNA.

 

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