A man
once told me
there’s nothing
when we die
That’s funny
nothing
I find nothing sitting next to me
often
And I found nothing next to his ears
and eyes
and mouth
His mind was lost
trying to lead me
God apparently left few traces
for few to follow
Spread throughout
every morning sun
and sunset
There’s nothing
-M. Taggart
To read is to think-
So says the setting sun,
washing away the definition
of my rambling mind,
as I read the writings of
the Sun’s last grip.
-M. Taggart
Fire In The Sky
Photo taken by Matt.
I’m viewing the grey lifeless skyline
hoping to soon see a dripping sunset.
I’m thinking the decaying leaves
are also disinterested in more soggy
New England October weather and
would rather trade it for the crispness
that often rides along, clinging to the winds,
while the moon is high, full and alive,
pushing away low lying cloud cover
to expose the naked sky and silent stars.
-M. Taggart
My family and I are up north. This is our view. Cheers.
There’s something about the sun going down that I admire.
It never looks back.
-M. Taggart
My shirt is ripped near my elbow
I’m uncomfortable but happy
I have a beer open
The dryer has another button in it
I don’t care about its clanging
And outside my window stirs
A brilliant sunset
-M. Taggart
Calm Now –
For your shadow harbors more-
Than your person-
copyright 2015-M. Taggart.
Originally published on November 22, 2015-
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2015/11/22/a-poem-shadow/
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https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/poem/
Enjoy your morning,
Matt.
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