Odd Walking Thoughts –

We like the wind. It changes everything from itself. It’s sameness hasn’t gone unnoticed. A wondering spirit watched the clouds sputter along, and never knew to feel it’s pressure. The cloud will never be duplicated and it cannot control this. The spirit wished to understand why it had all been done before, and the cloud with the wind, changed and changed.

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts – Cornstalk

A child walked along the row of corn while looking at the beautiful gleaming sunlight bounce from the stalks. The child wanted to know why they couldn’t always feel as the corn looked as the sun danced upon it. The child hadn’t realized they’d asked the question out loud and the frog had listened. Then the frog replied, ‘We think of ourselves in bad ways and then we think of ourselves in good ways and sure enough we then don’t know which way to think of ourselves at all.’

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

A Poem

There – On the Shelf
Stored so nicely-
We’ve placed our thoughts-
All of them

And now they wander-
Restless
Hurt and abandoned-
They will search on their own

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

Hemingway – The Porter

‘The rain made the windows of the train wet so you could not see outside clearly and then it made everything outside look the same anyway.’ Hemingway, The Porter.

The Porter is one of Hemingway’s many short stories. I read this line last night. I think it’s a good example of his use of few words to explain much. I also like that he used a word twice in the same sentence. It may seem a small point to many, but to me it is another lesson from the best. That, to construct a sentence well is important to me. To write it without meaning is a mistake to me. I’d much rather have the sentence read the way I had intended than to use perfect grammar, or follow rules that followers follow. Even if I’m never published I am comfortable knowing my voice is my own.

Cheers.

 

Odd Walking Thoughts – The Late Sky

The late sky came and we breathed it well. We struck out through the mess of brush and trees and listened to the wind. We found him dead on the opposite side of the ravine. His eyes were not closed and one of us asked why not. The wind answered, ‘Because this was the best moment never to close them.’ -copyright 2016 M. Taggart

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Up Maine. Photo taken by myself and my iPhone.

Quote – Hemingway

“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” Ernest Hemingway

Do not ask permission to live your life. Please, live well. -M. Taggart