poem –

It’s good to hear from you-
It’s snowing this morning.
They said it wouldn’t, but it is.
It’s cold. Below zero with the wind chill.
I thought of you after writing last night
and about how long this tunnel is,
the same one we both know.
The snow doesn’t mind. It falls and falls.
And yea, it really is the truth. But let’s try and
explain it to them so they understand
when we both know they never will.
So, I’ll just keep watching the snow fall
when it wasn’t supposed to.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

More Than Chance

watch the day grow with its green grass begging attention-
the ground, having swallowed some, urges for more
the New England birds are listening- waiting for approval
all the while one sits, alone, listening back
with a simple understanding-

now finally feeling the first
breeze of autumn air flirting with his skin
that brings him a sensation brimming with tears- he thinks out loud
‘Go ahead. Tell life it can’t.’

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
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photo taken by myself 9/17/17

Gill GY

A Poem

A stained glass window hinted at truth-
Mismatching colors, streaming in a tilted fashion-
for us to view, and to play with, or interpret how we needed.

Should we thank the glass for shielding our eyes-
It’s outside the window that we must engage in savagery
and there will be no tilting of any colors.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017