When I see an old black and white photograph
with thousands of people who are dead
I want to scream
Do what ever you want!
Do what ever you want!
Do whatever…
-M. Taggart
Yea,.
Never forget was a bunch of
Tag: death
Poem #memories
A few days ago,
I was sweeping debris
out of the back of my truck,
and it hit me.
I was sad, really, really sad.
I watched as sand and tiny pieces of branches
fell to our dirt driveway.
“I miss you, Dad.”
It wasn’t until a few hours later
when I realized it was his birthday.
-M. Taggart
A Poem
I’m no Mark Twain
But I am Matt Taggart
Here’s some snow to look at
Problem is
I took this photo during the Eclipse
It’s a bit like listening to water drop
from the faucet when you want to write
and you can’t think because you hear it
You look back, and snow is there
And you remember about how Twain
tried to pull the trigger
Instead he wrote about a river and a boy
So there’s some snow for you to look at
-M. Taggart
Photo taken 4/8/24
Poem- Oh
I’m 47 years old and I was never taught how to pray
Just showed my 8 year old son how
Thank God for that dream
and for me barely remembering
-M. Taggart
Poem-
It hurts to view this photo
To see the shadows
creeping towards his slowly closing eyes
-M. Taggart
Miss you, Dad.
Anno
The odds grow longer that it’s beginning
again – and the things that have changed
haven’t changed forever
-M. Taggart
Poem
If death is the last act of life*
What again
Is being conceived?
-M. Taggart
*Lucy Lipiner, Long Journey Home.
A Young Girl’s Memoir of Surviving The Holocaust
ps- i love this book
Poem
I drive by this cemetery once a week.
For nearly two years I’ve been telling
myself to stop and take a photo.
I found myself pulling over and
getting out of my truck on the anniversary
of my Father’s death.
It was time. The weather was nice.
Leaves were falling and the sun was out.
It was slightly damp and I could smell
the sweetness of the trees readying for
the oncoming winter by shedding their
seeds. Some of these seeds will be eaten.
Some will nestle into the earth and cover
themselves deep enough to live again.
Even though my father was buried a
few hundred miles from where I stood,
I could feel him with me. I believe he
knew what I was doing and why I had
finally stopped to take this photograph.
It’s my belief that to live this life without
fear, you must not be afraid of death.
I believe that the famous line, The Truth
Shall Set You Free, is directly tied to this.
I think it’s no coincidence that I repeatedly
told my father that I will not live in fear,
before having realized exactly what that
meant to me.
No wonder I love leaves.
-M. Taggart
Poem
My 90-year-old Grandmother commented
on a poem that I dedicated to my father-
She wrote,
“No comment–Not sure what to say.”
Which was brilliant.
Though my father was not her son,
she felt my agony. She knows the man
her daughter had married
and loved at one point,
is now dead.
And she is not.
I found my Grandmother’s comment
to be oddly comforting.
Above my office window, stand three letters.
I placed them
As if they don’t matter and can be
moved at any moment.
to be hidden.
Or to charm.
DAD
My son picked them out while
visiting my mother in Masshachussetts.
He painted them blue and red.
It was father’s day weekend.
We dropped Gavin off at my mother’s house.
And drove away,.
while I and Megan went to my father’s celebration of life.
I was sick that weekend. I’m not sure what it was.
But I do like looking out my office window and seeing
DAD
as I look up
-M. Taggart
I will not let you down, Gavin.
#Poem – An Original Bee
I heard an original
and beautiful song today.
There’s a bee in our new shed
swinging around, looking for its life.
I thought about killing it.
I thought about killing it.
Like I thought about my life.
-M. Taggart
(No worries, I’m not suicidal. Just how the words came out
and I prefer to leave them alone once they are here.
I have a lot going on- including my father’s celebration
of life in a few days.)
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