Saw a penny today.
Couldn’t pick it up.
Couldn’t even say
if it was heads or tails
until the clouds moved on.
Footprints tell
nothing of this.
-M. Taggart
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Tag: Word Art
Thought Drop
I found my words. They were unfair to use. I put them back. -M. Taggart
A Poem
Come-
Let’s walk through the woods
where our hidden shadow
can speak with trees
-M. Taggart
A Poem
Isn’t it nice, this wall of ours-
Sitting, sliding in and out of thought-
The wall- relentless with attitude
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
A Poem
In our clothes we sit-
Are we happy-
As crumbling bricks shed weight
Our thoughts explode through epiphany’s injection
We wonder how clothes will feel today
Are you coming
Papa
‘The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.’ -Hemingway
For years I sat alone at night. I read Hemingway. His words helped. I turns out I wasn’t alone after all.
Odd Walking Thoughts
We remember you speaking. The yard wasn’t green. The Sun wasn’t yet too large. We wanted to imply nicely that your words weren’t much. We’d seen your last step. So our look, is a look, and a word isn’t said. Now, let us tell you, the sun did go down. We found ourselves a book. In the book were the words you’d been looking for.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
A Poem
Did we say we hoped to live-
Promoting thoughts under eyelids-
Those stairs, see them? They are not you.
-M. Taggart
A Poem
The thing about it all,
Is that it’s here now-
And, it’ll take its final course-
It’ll not ask-
And when it is done,
There you’ll be.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
A Poem
The curtains drawn open-
See wind brushing tree tops?
Notice the Sun pleasing our horizon
-M. Taggart copyright 2017
