poem

To be identified is to be seen-
No matter how many days combine
into weeks, years, and more,
our small goals to be discovered by appropriate eyes
are not so small. And the trees that weep
over lost seeds are weeping for the joy
and love growing all around them.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

We took a broken thought and turned it to gold. Why. The boy, with his head held under a towel telling. His head held by another. If one fixes another breaks. We shouldn’t be writing this, we’re looking now. Keep going. No. The towel sickens and breaths. We hold you down. Don’t you see.

-M. Taggart
Copyright 2017

A Poem – (A tidbit of)

Ah! I’d like to share the rest of this. I can’t. If I do, I’ll not be able to submit it to the publications I have in mind. I do find pleasure in posting this tidbit. Enjoy.

A Poem-

Wake up loved one-
a haunted whisper looks for you

And the clock ticks