My heart is easy enough to please
It’s my mind that wonders
What the middle of time looks like
-M. Taggart
Tag: Passion
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.
Dear God, let’s do this again.
Dear God,
let’s do this again.
-M. Taggart
(Photo taken in Southern Maine. 2021.)
This is what I vibe to. You can’t hide love.
That’s his wife this man is singing with.
#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.)
Into Which – Odd Walking Thoughts
Into which we point a view and ask others to follow while the cat strings a tail and twists a mind
to follow. A tear falls from the droplets of itself and purrs into a smile. “Isn’t this what you want?”
She walks away, with legs that you remember, and with it your memory.
-M. Taggart
Let all shores be soaked with hope.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. – Albert Einstein.
Let all shores be soaked with hope. -M. Taggart
It’s a Ha-Ha thing ;)
The word inconceivable shouldn’t exist.
-M. Taggart
Have fun today!
An Old Beginning- Poem up on MasticadoresUSA
An Old Beginning
Talk beautiful and watch the world collapse-
Humanity disbelieves its current balance
and once again painted prints are unable
to cover anything in entirety, so it spreads,
unending, as though it has finally found
communion in the space inside our heads,
Please read the entire poem here:
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/05/16/an-old-beginning-by-m-taggart/comment-page-1/#comment-411
Thank you, Gabriela, for accepting and publishing my poem on MasticadoresUSA. You are an incredible talent in our literary world.
Gabriela Marie Milton is an award winning author and editor. Many of you already know Gabriela, however, if you aren’t aware of Gabriela, please visit her site here: https://shortprose.blog/about/
A month again and again a month.
Today came and shortly after Today came again.
It goes like this. It will always go like this, and I
dislike the word always, but I find it grand to
think about the departure of one day for another,
and I think it grand about how even after the
most beautiful sunrise, that I know in my heart,
there will be a more beautiful sunrise soon enough.
-M. Taggart
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