To Be. A Poem. #pros

I have this nearly non-stop feeling
to leave the house and do something.
Anything. Walk, hunt, fish, visit family,
drive to the ocean, cross state lines
and not follow rules. So, that’s what I do.
I used to say to be free in America
is to be without debt. But with Covid,
my feelings on freedom has transitioned.
Never did I think my government would
prohibit movement and daily freedoms
to the level they have. Thankfully, I didn’t
listen, and it felt great to not listen and
to find my new freedoms by not staying put.
This may very well become the most
important Spring of my lifetime.
Every May flower is waiting to be seen.
They only need to be planted first.

-M. Taggart

Smile!

You never know when
you’re going to see a friend.
Even while looking in the mirror.
So be sure to smile and say hello.

-M. Taggart

Poem

Through their blank eyes
they speak their dead words
as if they are them. They
caress their means of existence
as an exhibition of ritualistic rounds,
with their spittle dried around
the edges of their mouths
giving way for the darkness
to feed among each closing
and opening of their haunted
caverns; they truly believe they
are among the structure of it all.
And exactly as they are, we see.

-M. Taggart

Poem

Driving to the pub, I knew I wouldn’t
like sitting at the bar as much as if
my family was with me, but I drove
anyway and felt the unease of knowing
how I’d already feel while at the bar
with my book. I parked and looked
at the entrance to the pub. It wasn’t
much to look at but I looked anyway.
Inside, it was much as I expected it to be.
The bartender asked where my family was.
I told her that they ditched me. They didn’t
want to come to the pub, this time.
She smiled and said that our son was handsome
and that he was always polite.
I like that things don’t feel as good when I’m
at the pub without my family.
I ordered a Guinness and read from my book,
Growth of the Soil.

-M. Taggart

Growth of the Soil, written by Knut Hamsun.

Odd Walking thoughts

Yes, they see you, and the trees also bend while justice plays tricks on us all; and the closed eyes linger a little longer, smelling the darkness and seeing the nothing while ears play songs the wind knows, and the wind knows
how longer will stretch longest- A note from memory plays backward. Fly away. It said. So it came again.

-M. Taggart

Mother

There’s nothing so great
as an angry sea.

-M. Taggart

(photo taken 3.29.21)

(I have a video I hope to show later. She was certainly speaking.)

Poem- Turn off the lights

Find a soul that looks good when the lights not on.

-M. Taggart (3.26.19)

Find a soul
that looks good
when the lights
not on.

Photo taken 3.26.21

poem

I like standing
on this limb
It’s cold
and it shakes
but at least
I know where I am

-M. Taggart

Poem-

All the words are the same
yet all voices can be different
It’s not all been done before
and that’s among the brilliance
about this courageous life we live

-M. Taggart

Mono (Rebirth)

Lay at the bottom of death and see what happens.

-M. Taggart