Those of us
who fall for writing,
fall hard. And at times,
recklessly. I hope to
never lose the reckless.
-M. Taggart
Tag: Passion
Soul Searching
There’s no wall
that can stop a prayer.
-M. Taggart
Poem-
A great ripple
drives forward by opening
even the smallest window.
And all of the birds know.
-M. Taggart
Poetry
Beautiful voices always have a song.
-M. Taggart
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
A Situational Thing
Sometimes we look out at the morning and don’t care about the birds. – 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.
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.
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
