“Dad?”
The world opened.
”I love you too.”
-M. Taggart
Author: mtaggartwriter
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Yea
The secrets shadows carry
and to smell the last second
-M. Taggart
Open Locked
The one with-it on the outside
leaves the key inside
-M. Taggart
Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
-I wrote about Megan. Her strength, courage, and love. It was an emotional piece of poetry to write. I felt as though Megan and I were again living the moment of her near-death experience.
Coming soon, in early of June 2022, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women.
To be included within these pages is absolutely thrilling!
I will be sharing the link to purchase, far and wide.
Thank you, Gabriela, for again giving me an opportunity. This one…this one means the world to me.
I will be pouring over all of the works that have been selected to be published in this anthology.
I hope everyone is doing well!
Matt
Poem
We miss the movements
if we’re not watching-
I beg you. Put it down.
-M. Taggart
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poem
The world lacks a true agenda
Hidden are the exact replicas
drinking with the puppets
For everyone to see
-M. Taggart
Poem
Like a soul being ripped-
transferred from a simplistic moment and thrust into the reality of now; here we are- with impact.
-M. Taggart
Poem
Sometimes it’s nice just to sit
and watch the leaves.
-M. Taggart
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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