Love is a spiritual guide to self, figure it out. -M. Taggart
No one can find this location but myself.
It’s really not much to see. A cluttering of
leaves and trees. However, this image
knows me intimately. I stood in the woods,
alone and hurt and leveled my sight upward;
capturing my state of mind in a single image.
I see a number of memories in this photograph.
I feel an upcoming loss, with the practicality of
hope that’s been arriving in waves and leaving
me flat. A month long roller coaster teasing finality
as though it wishes to torture not only the host,
but all attached. Life is funny and hard like that.
I can handle the transitions while I continue to
pray for his freedom from pain; a curse which
claimed him from childhood on, as though an
unseen hood floated along with the best of his
talents only to dampen each achievement with
clutter. We’ll see what’s to come as ‘this’ will
never happen again, not even the leaves.
I want to play inside my brains.
Gavin Taggart. 5 years old. 9/15/20
me = one proud Dad
I’m looking at a picture of us
I didn’t like it at the time
There was something too real-
I felt ugly about it
But now I love it
You were trying to tell me something
And now that you don’t want to be seen
I’ve figured it out in the photo
While I was off mentally having fun
You were telling me you loved me
and that you were sick
They say a picture says a thousand words
What about emotions
I believe empathy to be the
foundation of humanity’s intelligence;
empathy is not a game in which we
pull the emotional strings of another-
to wish to ensnare is to continuously
bellow at the very depths of the bottom.
Empathy is the light. Empathy is the
strength to call a stranger brother
while recognizing their pain is just,
and knowing the path to their healing
as we extend our hand to pull them up.
Love is not alone.
My son tells me he loves me
out of the blue, and
of his own accord and time.
He is the greatest gift.
I respect and love his
and am blessed to be
in a position to help
protect his wellness.
Love is in the breath
of a child and in
their sleeping trust
of a truthful parent.
Yes! I’m thrilled to share that my poem, Rain, has found a home with Ephemeral Elegies.
Here’s a snippet, but please take a moment to read the full poem via the link below:
I don’t write about flowers or love, or the embrace of a lover because so many do this so wonderfully that I would rather read their version of beauty than replay mine.
I especially enjoy Ephemeral Elegies niche found on the about page,
“Welcome to Ephemeral Elegies – the home for poems about emotional experiences. Inspired by confessional poets such as Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath, we invite submissions about personal experiences and reflections. Confessional poetry can be a great catharsis for a poet, and we want to support you on your journey of self-discovery, growth, and healing..”
I felt at home when reading this and didn’t hesitate to submit.
Enjoy, and have a great day.
I haven’t seen him since 2016
This is us
Wrote a story about him
He’s in the middle
I’m on the right
Phil is on the left
Love the man
He always said
We got to try everything once
That was then
I wonder about that now