Odd Walking Thoughts – A Walking Chair

We watched the chair walk away and sit. While waiting for the chair to speak, we asked the wall if it cared. The wall opened its large mouth. Listen. You can hear through the window a soft wind. Its anger is mounting behind the softness. Focus what we remember and match. Forget the wall with its mouth; it never witnessed without its eyes. While never caring to speak truth.

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

 

In The Grip – Anxiety

I wrote this for something but that something didn’t matter. A Poem.

In The Grip – Anxiety

There – in the corner-
Our Life Died-
With four walls watching-

Unable to breathe-
Breathing too quick-
We cannot stand-
Or find safe ground

We were sure-
We’d certainly be gone-

Only- our four walls-
With their cracks and stains-
Wouldn’t let us go

Coupled with deathly thoughts-
We lie in our waste-
Abandoned by comfort-

Alone is measured
In our minds-

There – A crack-
Within one of the four walls-
We’ll climb in and pray
And finally feel nothing

-M. Taggart copyright 2016

The House of White – Odd Walking Thoughts

It happened too fast. The house of white issues a warning after the fact. Never did they stop to think they wouldn’t care, but with a hushed musing they learned it was true. It no longer mattered what the house of white stated- after the fact. We watched the walls as they told the story. One girl pattered her feet not wanting to see. An old man crept close to the window from outside with a coffee mug in his hand. He read it would happen much like this.