We saw you dance under darkened eyelids-
As our insanity walked with us-
Whispering and Whispering-
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
We saw you dance under darkened eyelids-
As our insanity walked with us-
Whispering and Whispering-
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
If one rock in a rocking chair was forever, how long might we appeal the process with knowledge of our ending. Then might we begin the backward motion? A broken man sits with a face of envy upon a cement wall. He asks the wall for love.
‘All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse, and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.’ -E. Hemingway, A Letter From Cuba.
Enjoy your day.
She didn’t know it-
Photo taken by myself during a snow storm a number of years ago.