Single circles walk until still, safe and being. Safe in the being was good until the circle walked out of itself. Confirmation smiles so nicely. Circles roll. We sit, nicely, we nod, hello, the temples thump again.
-M. Taggart
Tag: Odd
Odd Walking Thoughts
I saw God sitting next to a tree. The rock waved. Asked about how things have been. When being seen and having a wave wasn’t so difficult to accomplish. One smile at a time, during Covid-war, a mask wasn’t enough to stop the kids at school from wanting to run. And run. and run they did until one of them opened the door, freely with no mask awaiting his tongue, “This is Fucking awesome.”
-M. Taggart
The kid was mine. He was five.
Odd Walking Thoughts
Saw a thought today. Leaked over the air. Funny about how it wanted to go away so it went away and funny about how it was gone. This is the end It said. And this was its end.
-M. Taggart
Poem
I need a word to hang my thought on.
Reformism clung to a mechanism.
Fingers talking; we can see them walk
when we close eyes enough to see.
The talking comes before all of this.
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts
Nothing’s good enough. So, I write nothing. I write about a grandmother sitting alone on a boulder sipping air while watching you. You don’t care much about this, but you still think of her. As a girl she wore sun dresses which you admired. Kicking dirt, ignoring her. In your room you had thoughts that blanketed freedom.
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts
Watch as I take the trash out. My slippers are beaten and beautiful. I came from a shack much like a house. I smile. The heads wobble and click as I walk; my appearance, it isn’t much. My gums mash side to side and my eyes water. But I walk to the dumpster anyway.
-M. Taggart
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Odd Walking Thoughts – Brilliant Emily
Emily Dickinson wrote a line that is currently stuck at the front of my thoughts. It’s as if the thought is a shape and it’ll not come out unless otherwise known to not have been; or to be? Either way it’s a shape. Possible ever changing. All about a thought and how words and thought don’t need to coexist every day. Don’t we though? Live on, please, and look outside your window, once again handing poems down to the children; having never been inside? I lived near your house, Emily. I don’t know that I didn’t feel your presence, but I do know that’s it’s possible. And my thoughts, with their words, thank you.
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts
When we beg for time to be over and get to the over and nothing changes it’s time to stop begging and to start understanding.
-M. Taggart
poem
Some nights are different
than others
Some care less about you
-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
Odd Walking Thoughts
I believe one well written line changes the mood of the day. Much like when a moment so clearly takes place that you realize everything has just become forever different. And you’re either fine with it, or not, either way it is done.
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