An Old Beginning- Poem up on MasticadoresUSA

An Old Beginning

Talk beautiful and watch the world collapse-
Humanity disbelieves its current balance
and once again painted prints are unable
to cover anything in entirety, so it spreads,
unending, as though it has finally found
communion in the space inside our heads,

Please read the entire poem here:
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Thank you, Gabriela, for accepting and publishing my poem on MasticadoresUSA. You are an incredible talent in our literary world.

Gabriela Marie Milton is an award winning author and editor. Many of you already know Gabriela, however, if you aren’t aware of Gabriela, please visit her site here: https://shortprose.blog/about/

Positive Update!

I’ll be sharing a published poem tomorrow!

Please keep an eye out! The Poem, An Old Beginning, was one of three
which I had previously submitted to a poetry contest.

The batch received a semi finalist mention, but they were unpublished.

I’ll be sharing the published poem as soon as I can.

Have fun today!

Matt

*A special thanks to a very talented author/editor who made this happen. I’ll be sure to
include their details as well.

Mountains do nicely #pros

Not all roads lead to Rome.
Some lead deeper into the woods.
Deeper into the mountains
and further from civilization.
I like getting lost in thought
while driving on roads that contain
very little in the way of society.
I find it helps to center me,
and helps to calm my anxieties.

-M. Taggart

A mug full #poem

To have great affection for a pub
is much like missing an old friend,
and when you see that friend
nothing has changed and you sit
down with a mug of beer and
catch up on how the outside
looks from the inside view.

-M. Taggart

Happy Mother’s Day! 2021

Especially to all of you out there who wonder if you’re enough.

You are. You always were.

The amount of courage, instinct, soul and love that go into being a mother is something I can only witness, but not truly understand. I’ll continue to watch and to listen well; especially during those moments when my attempts have failed.

Matt

Megan, Gavin is so very lucky to have you as his mother.

And to think it could have been

And just like how you thought it would be,
it was.

And the oak fell with the most delicate calculation,
given by the softness of the pushing wind,
and came to be with a thud where it is now.
The wind took its leave and was never seen again;
only remembered by the one who had first
seen how it could be.

And even if told to another
it wouldn’t have mattered.

Because it was
and it didn’t.

-M. Taggart

A month again and again a month.

Today came and shortly after Today came again.
It goes like this. It will always go like this, and I
dislike the word always, but I find it grand to
think about the departure of one day for another,
and I think it grand about how even after the
most beautiful sunrise, that I know in my heart,
there will be a more beautiful sunrise soon enough.

-M. Taggart