poem- indoor walk #pros

It became uncomfortable in my head. So I took a walk. Same loop in different ways.
There was a Christmas tree in the corner,
three of them actually- each of them in different rooms.
Only one of them was real. I had cut it down before Christmas
and transplanted it here in the corner. I can still smell it even thought it’s gone.
I took it to the dump and then had a dream about it.
The tree was lit on fire, along with other Christmas trees. But this tree
came bounding down from the pile, toward me.
I guess this is what happens when you indoor walk,
the same loop in different ways.

-M. Taggart

This floor – Odd Walking Thoughts

There’s a place to view. It’s beneath the floor. If you know this, it’s you. If another lays their head on this floor and finds your place, what then? We dove deep and saw much and now we ask the floor, “Why did you betray us?” and the floor replied, “We also were betrayed. Can you help?”  It was early morning and the floor felt cool on the face. The floor shouldn’t be speaking but there wasn’t anyone else to ask.

-M. Taggart

Let’s not play pretend – Odd Walking Thoughts

We’ll go here now. It’ll not matter because the filled glass will be put away. It’s not for them to do this. When they do we leave. It’s not truth and we know this. Because we know we cannot care about them or how they came to think. Their decision is their own and then there’s more.  There’s always more it’s odd that we continue to care.  A cob fell from the stock. A boy picked it from the mud and wondered where it came from. He turned and faced the morning sun. He wanted to ask.

-M. Taggart



Odd Walking Thoughts

Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.


-M. Taggart