Poem-

Stretch your societal deprivation,
or not, and be that sunken structure.

Doesn’t much matter while what’s happened,
happened, and it’ll be next to you, or without.
The Trinity has a pulse.

-M. Taggart

poem

We aren’t all equal,
says men
women too

You’re nothing but a fucking drunk
As she cheats

Eat your vegetables
or no inheritance for you
Says both
to the children
of nine
seven
and
none

Rolling around the dishes
the old man splits his finger,
thinks of telling her,
It wouldn’t matter,
hasn’t for a long time

Kid picks up a rock
and tosses it through the window
of his father’s car

Doesn’t much matter
hasn’t for along time

time
was nothing
but a dribble

then,
dribble
found
a few things

-M. Taggart

poem

Life gets a bit longer after observing one small thing that perks multiple feelings and senses back into being; a bird flying through the air, in a non-horizontal flight, happens to notice you while feasting in sunlight. Close your eyes, and back again.

-M. Taggart

poem-

I think many of us want to fight in a great battle;
It’s possible we’ve already performed our duty
and won’t understand until the very end of everything.

Door knobs do twist in an untwisting way
while cracks of the Head shadows
a shame walking down the road
alone, head down, depression
anchoring silence.

-M. Taggart

 

Poem up on Ephemeral Elegies

Yes! I’m thrilled to share that my poem, Rain, has found a home with Ephemeral Elegies.

Rain by M. Taggart

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.

Rain by M. Taggart

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.

Matt