odd walking thoughts

While the house is calm your hallway board walks. So simple. The music calms your face. A temple stretches, asking forgiveness, as a walking hiccup with a polished lure
speaks for regulations on behalf of all floors. We placed them so nicely for all to see; now lay your head pretty. Lay it for we.

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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

Odd Walking Thoughts – Don’t keep

We walk into the shadow of death to pull one wounded child from its depths, to find another daft man standing in the corner. Leaves are shuffling outside my window. A man with a golden heart is gone. Another stands in a room looking. Don’t block me. I am here and at least I have my fingers. The man in the room standing, looking daft, asks for silence because silences never questions. Never says a damn word. The girl with the golden brow would have cared for a word. And the boy with the covers pulled tight would have cared for the same.
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copyright 2017
-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

The toilet needs to be cleaned. Try one more time. Behind the seat. The odor sets in. The boy wipes his nose with dirty hands. He wonders when he’ll be able to go outside. Flogged thinking takes place of truth. The boy scrubs and views his life without reason. Thank you, he thinks, the outside isn’t much anyway.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

If ever I could think of a stick without it turning into a walking stick, I think I’d certainly become most lonely. See, if the stick walked far enough into the woods it’d surely find other sticks and some of them would also walk, then, they’d turn toward one another and share what secrets they’d seen, learned, and even tasted. For’ even a stick needs to eat. And when you think about it, a stick is sometimes used as a spoon for stirring, and there it is. If a stick can eat and talk and walk, what use would one of me be. Do you see?

-M. Taggart

copyright 2017

Odd Walking Thoughts – Stone Bridge

The stone bridge calmed our heart. The summer sky was large and the sun was shifting below the horizon. There was still plenty of light to see. Trout were lazily laying on the bottom of the stream. We could see them. A moth landed on the water. A fat trout ate the moth. We laughed and wanted to know why the fat trout ate the moth and not one of the smaller ones.

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts – Let Dignity Embrace Strangeness

A small man walked in the strangest way. Talking to himself, he walked and flicked at the air with his hands. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ The boy asked. ‘What do you mean?’ Replied his mother. She noted the small man with dignity. ‘He swats the air with his hands while speaking,’ said her son. His mother smiled slightly, ‘when we seat ourselves in muddled afterthought we all say a prayer. Look at the man walk. He is not empty of thought as most, and when he seats his thoughts, he’s swirling everything with insight and depth.’

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts – Soles of Tiny Feet

The innocent face wore a look of shock and understanding. The cord was pulled suffocatingly from the infant’s mouth. With it came the soul, hovering, it wasn’t yet time. Yet this forced intent was put into motion by an accident of selfishness. Warmth could still be felt. From the soles of the tiny feet left on ones bare back.

 

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Odd Walking Thoughts – Oft

Our shadow wishes that if only we had known. It watched as we were told not to tell. Then we forgot even the spinning of the tale. When we accidentally recall we are stopped in our trust and forced to remember. Walls crumble and our loved ones now are fake and we feel no remorse.