Walk in the mind of a footpath to the ocean.
Photo taken at Kennebunk, Maine. 4/17/2020 by Matt’s cell.
Month: April 2020
Can someone please help our fellow writer?
Can someone please help https://poemsnotpoems.home.blog/
It’s difficult to visit this blog via the bell icon located in the top right (the drop down.) I’ve seen this happen to a few other bloggers.
In this case, the name of the blog appears once and the link doesn’t direct to the blog. Also, there is no follow link.
In my opinion his work deserves far more eyes on it than what is currently taking place.
If you are reading this and know how to help, please comment below or possibly even be kind enough to contact https://poemsnotpoems.home.blog/contact/
Thank you,
Matt
Is your country locked down? Pandemic, Covid- 19.
Are you locked down, or ordered to stay home? If so, please comment below and share with us your situation. Be sure to tell us what country you live in. I’d like to hear from as many people/countries as possible.
I don’t want to depend on the ‘media’ for this information.
I live in Maine with my wife, Megan and son, Gavin. Our state has been ordered to stay at home unless you need essentials. Gas, grocery stores, etc. We are allowed to hike, fish, and hunt close to home. Our community is small, lots of forest, streams and lakes. We are not panicking, but we are prepared. Essential workers are still commuting to work with social distancing of 6ft regulations.
It’s the morning of 4/15/20, and currently the USA has 614,246 cases of Covid- 19 with 26,064 deaths. Mortality rate currently = .042. Global mortality rate is currently .063.
I hope everyone is well and thank you for sharing. Get outside and enjoy yourself if possible.
Matt
I look forward to reading your comments!
poem – fixable things
The more things fall apart,
the more things fall apart,
and within that lives the truth of it.
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts – Transition
“Does a door know the other side of itself if never opened? I’m not sure. What if we are that while viewing a mirror. Who’s who and what’s when?” The man sat upright in his bed. It was late and the room was dark. His thoughts, spinning wildly out of control, pushed for his reality to pause itself with fear of acknowledgment of what’s to come. It was time for transition. Time to leave what was for what now is, and he wasn’t ready.
“Am I a door? And where’s my mirror? I’ll look at it in the dark.”
-M. Taggart
poem – be well
There’s just
something
about a warm,
and sunny,
Spring day
with a slight
breeze and
all of the
windows open.
-M. Taggart
I hope you all are as well as possible.
Odd Walking Thoughts
A simple thing happened. So we left the rest to figure it out. A document signed by the wind. Possibly and irresistible sense of fingers on a keyboard begging for one, more, minute, done and gone. A bubble formed in the bath of a child, while mouth held under water, created by Mount Olympus’s keeper, crawled, escaping, toward freedom and fire on Earth. Watch as the mountains shed droplets of bark toward all who see and fetch a pale of water to rinse, it’s about here, and now, and then again, so very simply so.
-M. Taggart
poem
He used a number of words I despise,
some of which I’d like to re-create.
It’s possible,
but I’m not sure
I would have liked him.
Then again
I have to practice
at liking
myself.
Not for lack of being
a good person.
It’s more like protecting
against what others
may attempt to drag out.
That’s the me that needs
constant development.
I’m comfortable knowing this.
I’ve gotten a little better.
But him-
It’s the way he used the words
that I admire. It’s the sentence
structure that he built which
left so many standing on his
foundation, looking above
and asking how, and what’s next,
and is it really us to wear this
knowledge- to carry on
to the next level.
I think it is.
-M. Taggart
4/7/2020
Hello from Maine. Taken by Matt’s iPhone.
poem
To live with the memory
of a child’s voice
is one thing.
To remember
it’s yours
is another.
-M. Taggart
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