poem – threaded

A practiced pace trumpeted words
As shapes flew from mouths-
Can you feel the thread between your fingers-
pull harder

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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

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poem – to become

Oh yes- It does roam-
It does wander-

Who am I to become in the way-
Freedom is an un-strangulation of thought
when held in place-

Silent is the coming of my soul-
I can fall asleep knowing

**

 

-M. Taggart copyright 2017
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That poem is-
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/poem-15/