Sometimes it’s nice just to sit
and watch the leaves.
-M. Taggart
Month: March 2022
Poem
Thoughts die
and there are no funerals
-M. Taggart
Poem up. Heart wrenched out.
And back again.
The Birth (Renewal)
by M. Taggart, Monthly Contributor
site: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/
It worked. He reached in back of his kayak,
felt the cool neck of a beer, pulled it from its
cardboard six-pack holder and placed it in his lap.
He liked the way the droplets slowly slid down the
glass bottle. He opened the beer and swallowed.
The current of the Connecticut River was guiding
him directly to the island beach where he would
sit in the warm sand and read his book. The mountain
was barely in view, he could just make out the cliffs.
The summer greenery on each side of the river banks
was full and beautiful. He was the only one on the rive
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Please,
read the entire poem here
Poem
It’s been ten years since and I still feel the same.
Why
The entire world knows not to wake an angry America.
-M. Taggart
God Bless You All
Poem
If death is the last act of life*
What again
Is being conceived?
-M. Taggart
*Lucy Lipiner, Long Journey Home.
A Young Girl’s Memoir of Surviving The Holocaust
ps- i love this book
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