poem – awaken

What’s an awakening but the moment one realizes
self, with ability to stretch into another’s soul without
having caused injury, or cast judgement; instead
understanding the completeness of individuality,
and where we fit? Born, alongside ourselves, always.

-M. Taggart

Cut the negative out of your life, and thrive.

“I’ve read his writing. It’s not very good.”

This statement was made, concerning my writing, by a very toxic individual whom we’ve invited out of our lives as of last year. When told by a mutual friend that I have been published, again, and that I have a book signing at the end of the month, the above, was stated.

These are the kind of games narcissists play. They know the remark will be delivered.

However, I’m terrific at tearing narcissists apart. They fear me. The remark, an attempt to knock my achievements, is empty, hollow. As the saying goes, ‘Live well, and you’ll find success,’ I’ll certainly continue to do just that. I have a blessed life, with an unbreakable faith. I hope they find joy and feel no pain.

Here, was the ending of my post.

But in a serendipitous moment of time, it went on. With Karma leading the charge. Blaine’s comment literally came moments after I wrote the above.

“Thanks, Matt! I’ll have to take you up on that offer. 😃 You’ll have to pardon my sense of humor. You know how to word those situations in life where, something happens, then we’re looking around to see if anybody else just saw the same thing? Because, if I’m doing a double-take, then surely another eyewitness must be, too. 😉 I’m glad I found you and wordpress. Nice to find out a few others, did in fact, see what I saw. LOL” Blaine Thompson.

Blaine goes on-

“Your best friend said it best. It’s no wonder why your writing resonates with so many readers. I don’t know how many times I’ve read one of your entries and immediately a specific life experience appeared in my memory. And, there’s no way I could have found the words to paint the same picture myself. It’s awesome when the writing itself is superb, but it’s even better when it has some Socratic kind of punch behind it. Glad you share with all of us what comes from your pen.” Blaine Thompson

“I can’t wait to read what you have coming up. Whatever it is, we will all benefit. You’re doing a lot more than just sharing the aesthetics of words with all of us. You’re inspiring us all, too. I hope we can return the favor to you by reading and responding.” Blaine Thompson.

Please visit Blaine. His timing is real.

https://thebluegnat.com/

Matt

I don’t know how, Blaine, but you were tuned in. Cheers.

 

Hello World!

I feel free and good today. I hope all of you feel as good as possible.

Yesterday a fellow blogger, https://coloradopoet.com/ wrote a comment that I found to be very powerful. For me personally. But also, the comment taught and humbled me. For my peer to take the time to sincerely express her support was absolutely amazing. I am thankful.

Writing is a funny thing. In my opinion many of us don’t choose to write. Writing selects us. One way, or another, it’s going to come out.

Here is the wonderful comment:

“You got this Matt. You are an amazing writer. Personally, I feel like the world will be damn lucky to read your very original and authentic writing. It always amazes me to read your stuff as I often feel it’s like thoughts many of us have, or I have anyway, that I could never elucidate. Relax, push forward, the writing is for you anyway… it’s just a gift we get to read it.”  – https://coloradopoet.com/

I invite you to please visit https://coloradopoet.com/  and flood the blog with good stuff!

Cheers everyone! We drive from Maine to Massachusetts this morning to arrive just on time for my brother’s baby shower. Another to add to the family 🙂

Matt

ps,  (the comment was in reference to my post about submitting writing to a publication https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/submission-roller-coaster-ride/comment-page-1/#comment-8909)

 

poem

There’s an unfinished poem in my drafts file.
Apparently I wrote it last night.
I don’t remember writing it,
but while reading it, I remember having read it,
and that I was tired and was unable to finish it.
It reads like a crying child who was never
given the support they needed.
Which, makes sense.
Now, I don’t know if I want
to keep it exactly as it is;
to let it live the way it was born,
or to recreate the lines and ‘finish’ the work.
Maybe I’ll never read it again.
I don’t think that’s true though.
Something about it is already
alive and even if I don’t
publish it, the poem will still be.

-M. Taggart

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Poem – The Beautiful Her

I like to give credit where I believe credit is due.
My wife, Megan, is a very talented designer.
Megan designed our entire house. Strangely enough,
Some bucked her, and us, during the entire duration
of the new house construction. Until the end. We
made adjustments. The bigger picture for me is this-
We nearly lost Megan. I’m not supposed to write about it.
Megan had emergency surgery which saved her life.
I’ll never forget finding her lying unconscious while our
son was in his high chair downstairs. Ready to pull himself
over at any moment while I was dialing 911.
The next hour pushed reality. The pain Megan was in,
the ambulance, Gavin crying as they took his mother;
I wasn’t able to get to the hospital in time, the
nurse cried when she saw me, while apologizing saying they
couldn’t wait any longer. We lost more than a few tears that day.
Megan was in full blown recovery for a month. My mother came
to stay with us to help. We still haven’t recovered.
I don’t know that we can. So we focused on the new house.
Whatever Megan wanted, I supported. I tell her she’s talented.
I don’t think she realizes just how talented. We’ve just begun
the process of making the new house a home. I’m thankful Megan
is here with us. The house, the design, Megan’s vision, none of these
dreams would have become realized if we lost her. And of course
the house itself is nothing compared to the health and life of my wife.
Thankfully, Megan was able to make tangible her gorgeous vision of our home.
We had our first drink at the island in the kitchen just after moving in.
I look at what your internal sight created, Megan, and I’m full of new emotion.
So dear, if I am with you in our house, and you see a tear running down my cheek,
it’s because I love that we still have you, and everything that I look at, is you.
I’m so sorry for what you experienced. Forgive me, I’m going to share a bit of you with the world.

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