You can be away from echos
-M. Taggart
You can be away from echos
-M. Taggart
Where does an epiphany end and a thought think. -M. Taggart
A time on a Wednesday wasn’t what we knew. Filing mindsets. Can you get up now. Can you piss. Can you speak. It is Wednesday. The wall gripped itself and ran down to the floor. We hadn’t seen that. -Somewhere the sun shines, smiling, like they ask for. Smiling at all of you. Smiling.
-M. Taggart
when no one’s there to pour a sonnet down your throat
easing your expressions of pain as your scorching metallic rage
sets itself against its blade-
wait
shiver first with an angle and propel thy teeth against a hue from the heavens
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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
more poems
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/poem/
more odd writing
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/odd-walking-thoughts-dont-keep-up/
enjoy.
watch the day grow with its green grass begging attention-
the ground, having swallowed some, urges for more
the New England birds are listening- waiting for approval
all the while one sits, alone, listening back
with a simple understanding-
now finally feeling the first
breeze of autumn air flirting with his skin
that brings him a sensation brimming with tears- he thinks out loud
‘Go ahead. Tell life it can’t.’
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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
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photo taken by myself 9/17/17
If we choose to focus on the little things, the little things focus back. -M. Taggart
Sometimes people, like memories, deserve to be where they are.
-M. Taggart
When you truly live, your happenings are no accident.
-M. Taggart
What’s pain until you watch your loved one suffer.
-M. Taggart
When a thought can do what it’s suppose to do- let us begin.
-M. Taggart