A great ripple
drives forward by opening
even the smallest window.
And all of the birds know.
-M. Taggart
Tag: To Be
Poetry, a little.
I like the sky. It looks nice. We can be nice. I’m tired, but I can still be nice and when that happens my hands won’t ache and my chest won’t feel so full; full like it’s going to burst unless I die, and maybe I shouldn’t die just yet because there’s so much to do that we have to do until it’s done, and maybe then.
-M. Taggart
poem
next week saw a bird fly
not sure what tomorrow is
or what today will bring
so I look at myself in the mirror
-M. Taggart
Coronavirus in bloom
Truth needs to be.
The Coronavirus is unsettling.
Day to day life is being affected.
I won’t ignore it.
Neither will my friend, Ana, an EU citizen, and author. “Frustrated at myself for feeling so powerless. Frustrated at us as a nation for reacting the way we apparently are.”
Read on. It’s good for the brain.
Matt
Poem
You can die only a few times
at morning again we’re here
at night we feel the heart stop
and again we’re given the gift
-M. Taggart
A Poem
Anyway, we drive and drive, and tell sunshine to cover
else we’ll be gone.
-M. Taggart
Just how deep does this go
A thought can be a mangled mess until we take time to straighten it out and truly understand it. -M. Taggart
Poem – Will It
A new thought, subcutaneous in nature,
provoked an uncontrollable desolation-
To the North sits newly consecrated ground-
Here though, lay the cracks of today, splintered
with fear as the sun dips while we search for
pocketed isolation to decipher entrance to the light.
-M. Taggart
Oh what a Dragon
Where does an epiphany end and a thought think. -M. Taggart
Name your think
You can read it and know the words, or you can’t read them and feel them. Take your pick. -M. Taggart
