Through a lethargic hole
insanity may creep-
There seems no defense
against the process of our minds
until complete serenity
-M. Taggart
Through a lethargic hole
insanity may creep-
There seems no defense
against the process of our minds
until complete serenity
-M. Taggart
Life is a funny thing that crawls on your face when you wish it to be over. Gathering sentiment as it forces your mouth open while screaming down your throat. You can’t wake up when the option is gone.
-M. Taggart
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The strong need to write
Crawl into the cabin
Close the pine door
Start a fire in the small wood stove
And listen
The mountain has its own voice
Deep snow softening sounds
Christmas trees covered in white
Blessed creatures living in the smell of evergreen
You can hear them at night-
Scurrying, chasing, playing
The wind adds either calm, mystery,
or even severity-
They can’t find you here-
They can, only if you let them in-
Are they coming close?
No matter,
The cabin allows us to shut them out.
The ones who find any means-
means to bring negativity to all situations
stealing momentum, stealing serenity,
taking self-
Don’t, let’s not let them-
Find the cabin
Close the pine door
Light your fire
copyright 2017 -M. Taggart
(photo taken by my wife.)