It’s hard to argue with reality. Although, then again …
Matt
The sky is alive.
(photo taken 10/19/21)
Reality
Tag: Pros
Poem
I drive by this cemetery once a week.
For nearly two years I’ve been telling
myself to stop and take a photo.
I found myself pulling over and
getting out of my truck on the anniversary
of my Father’s death.
It was time. The weather was nice.
Leaves were falling and the sun was out.
It was slightly damp and I could smell
the sweetness of the trees readying for
the oncoming winter by shedding their
seeds. Some of these seeds will be eaten.
Some will nestle into the earth and cover
themselves deep enough to live again.
Even though my father was buried a
few hundred miles from where I stood,
I could feel him with me. I believe he
knew what I was doing and why I had
finally stopped to take this photograph.
It’s my belief that to live this life without
fear, you must not be afraid of death.
I believe that the famous line, The Truth
Shall Set You Free, is directly tied to this.
I think it’s no coincidence that I repeatedly
told my father that I will not live in fear,
before having realized exactly what that
meant to me.
No wonder I love leaves.
-M. Taggart
The End #Poem
We are not a world of logic.
We are a world of emotion,
and control.
Those with abusive emotions, control.
-M. Taggart
Poem
Myself asked
what’s so good about a cigar
It calms me down
Unless the smoke rises too fast
and then it’s too late
Myself let the cigar nearly die
and cigar let Myself live
-M. Taggart
Anyone?
Poem
Every footstep,
causing dishes to clang,
reminds him of his failure.
-M. Taggart
run
Odd walking thoughts
The way words are written and how people write them and how they move in life and what I see is very much the same
said the frog
-M. Taggart
Poem
We’ll be good.
If you let us.
Signed, The People.
-M. Taggart
Poem Up! #Global Desire
The wonderful Gabriela Marie Milton has selected a very precise time to publish my poem
“Global Desires” on MasticadoresUSA.
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/
Global Desire
It’s dark, with little wind, and we are alone watching
only the flames and listening to the crackling, and
smelling the aroma of the burning pine and oak.
Each flame is unique with movements and degrees
of color created by the moment of energy released.
Each differing angle, while flickering clues, is
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You can read the full poem here:
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/
Thanks everyone, and cheers!
Matt
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