A Poem – Shadow

Calm Now –
For your shadow harbors more-
Than your person-

copyright 2015-M. Taggart.

Originally published on November 22, 2015-
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2015/11/22/a-poem-shadow/

Westerly, RI. Photo taken by myself.

More poems:
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/poem/

Enjoy your morning,

Matt.

A Good Woman

A good woman can correct the brokenness. She will remind a man to wait a little while. Just wait. Time and knowledge can fix what was so severely wrong. If you let it be, you can know her too.

-M. Taggart

A Powerful Short Story

Recently we moved north.  Changing states isn’t something that slows my family down, but it does interfere with being connected. Which was a nice reprieve.

While I haven’t time to write a meaningful post I do want to again provide the link to my short story. It’s raw, powerful, real and an adult read.

Below is a link to the story. Cheers.

 

 

Odd Walking Thoughts – Think Stickly

We wonder. Is it for pity we are unable to perform any one movement subconsciously. Clear out head. Think stickly and fetch the water hose which carries the best of everything. We’ll certainly view the song sung while water finds our lips. We press our lips together and never drink.  -M. Taggart

Dance on the Pillar – Odd Walking Thoughts

Is it too simple to say- I love you? Should we create an elaborate scheme to fuel your understanding of three words? Will fluff help to bridge the gap of simpleness. Should we dance on the pillar of a towering mirage only to gain balance enough to hug you? Which is more important, Oh Society! You need so much when it’s the smallest thing that will settle you.

I recorded a mirror

Earlier I recorded a mirror.  The sound of a hushed one came. -M. Taggart

Quote

We awakened the wrong memory and now fumble for our mind. -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.

Nothing is Fine.

The only thing missing is nothing and nothing is fine.  -M. Taggart

Our Sick Tree – Odd Walking Thoughts

We were wandering our woods, passed the ravine, and near the big river than home. We came upon a tree that was sick.  Its bark was pealing and we wanted to help.  We kicked the bark with our boots.  The pealing bark flew into bushes and ferns.  We kicked around the base of the tree and started to kick higher to remove all the bark that we could. The frog approached and promptly asked, ‘What are you doing?’ We replied, ‘We’re helping this tree.’  The frog said, ‘Clearly you are not. Can’t you see?  All you are doing is kicking this tree.’