Poem- To be seen

I’m looking at a picture of us
I didn’t like it at the time
There was something too real-
I felt ugly about it
But now I love it
You were trying to tell me something
And now that you don’t want to be seen
I’ve figured it out in the photo
While I was off mentally having fun
You were telling me you loved me
and that you were sick
They say a picture says a thousand words
What about emotions

-M. Taggart

Poem- And then, more.

I like to sit and do nothing.
I Stare at the walls.
Or, close my eyes and stare
at an image I don’t know,
given to me by something
I don’t understand,
mixed with emotions
that aren’t mine.
Sometimes I open my
eyes to see the same walls
that have always been there.
But then, I close my eyes again.

-M. Taggart


Indignation is no trip to solidarity.
No prized, or treasured fellowship,
while fixed on the wayward ego-
Into the wind we go, where there’s
an unending expanse to listen if willing.

-M. Taggart

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