I’ve been a busy boy

That’s my building in the background.
Up she goes,
Building a company from scratch isn’t easy.

they say opportunity knocks once.
that isn’t true.

which one you feel passion for-
that’s where you’ll find the path

-M. Taggart

I apologize for not being there for some of you.


Poem Up! #Global Desire

The wonderful Gabriela Marie Milton has selected a very precise time to publish my poem
“Global Desires” on MasticadoresUSA.

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/

Global Desire

It’s dark, with little wind, and we are alone watching
only the flames and listening to the crackling, and
smelling the aroma of the burning pine and oak.
Each flame is unique with movements and degrees
of color created by the moment of energy released.
Each differing angle, while flickering clues, is

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You can read the full poem here:
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/

Thanks everyone, and cheers!

Matt

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.)