we breathe these fowl winds
which block mouths from opening
and our throats did close
now goodbye
-M. Taggart copyright 2017
Month: August 2017
Thought Drop
‘You’re limiting yourself with everything you know.’ -M. Taggart
Cheers,
Matt
Smile – It’s a good day
‘Great ideas come and go. Execution hardly happens.’
-M. Taggart
I’ve spoken these words thousands of times. At one point I taped the quote on my computer. Forcing myself to take the book I was writing seriously. To ensure I wouldn’t fowl my intention. I did finish the book. And since that time I’ve written two additional books. I know one of them is not good. I also know the other is very good. However, I’m learning it doesn’t fit the current market.
I’m now on chapter five of a new project. And yesterday morning I pushed myself to again submit a batch of poems to a publication. The only shame would be if I hadn’t. I cannot be that man who says and never does. I cannot. I will not.
Finish your chapter. Finish your poem. Let it live. Once you’ve found completion you can relax. Submit your work. And submit it again. The feeling of rejection is art.
If interested, below is a link to the only book of mine that’s available online.
Or you can visit this-
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/dont-be-a-sally-based-on-true-events/
Thanks for reading,
Matt
Odd Walking Thoughts
The child hurt. But had no scratches. No bruises. No black eye. Now the child wrings both hands together furiously and places them, palms down, on each thigh to feel warmth. Nearby, the petals of a yellow rose droop from the weight of the rain. Spilling now, what small amounts had gathered in the folds of the fragrant bloom. The child reaches for the dripping flower, smiling. ‘Can I pour my life out too?’ the child whispers. ‘And start again.’
poem –
On this feathered thought
A winged creature carries
The smallest droplets of hope
-M. Taggart
poem –
a promise is stenched forward so sweetly
only the smallest crevices nearest the screaming eyes
tell the truth of the lies they keep
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
three lines – poem
Now, we see charred remains-
from the valleys, to the mountains, and seas
awaken now, awaken, the sun kisses our eyes
-M. Taggart
Words
put into words what you think,
let them never sit alone-
they will see you again
-M. Taggart
Fuck you bird
Fuck you bird. You’re on my leaf.
We compromised
and the bird took the leaf.
I smoked my cigar
wanting to know more about the bird.
After he took my leaf I watched him fly into the trees
That bird made a lot of noise in those trees
with my leaf
I let the smoke engulf my face
while I thought about why I cared
about the bird and life and race and black and white
Have the leaf
it wasn’t really mine
The bird was a cardinal.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
three lines – a poem
My thoughts have no home-
While speaking with God
I ask that they might
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
written on 8/11/17
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