Poem –

I’m addicted to my son’s safety.
I think it’s possible that I’m constantly
thinking about his health and safety
because of my own childhood trauma-
of which he does not have.
Maybe it’s time I let images
of him laughing and running,
with his gleaming eyes and bouncing hair,
flood my thoughts. My trauma is not his.
I need to remember this and to be
better about it. I have such a deep
connection, and love for my son, that I can’t
fathom how any parent or guardian
couldn’t. And there I go, not being
better about it. Back to him running,
and laughing, and being loved.

-M. Taggart

Utterly Fascinating

Outosego has taken a few words of mine (my poem, Set Sail) and added those words to a video with images. I’ve never seen my work added to visuals and music such as this.

Outosego is a very active, supportive, fellow blogger and a social media artist.

You can check out Outosego’s creativity mixed with my poem here:

M. Taggart : A thought is like a ship

I hope you enjoy this as I did. Cheers!

Matt

(ps- the music kicks in at roughly the 12 second mark.)

 

Poem-

Sometimes I focus on things that I shouldn’t.
I think of them every which way.
I feel I need to let these things run their course,
or they’ll never live through their life.
That’s the essence of a daymare,
and how it lingers while awake.

-M. Taggart