poem – beautifully simple

I feel free today and good
I like its simpleness
and easy way

I think I’ll sit on the deck
and read a book

-M. Taggart

 

 

Cheers everyone!

On Writing

you can write
LIKE THIS
or that

you can write about
trauma

or a handshake
gone wrong

You can write
about how you
feel while looking
at your sleeping
child

Or about
whiskey

and how it’s your fault,
But always

just
write

-M. Taggart

poem – words

I see words
After I write them
They don’t look
like themselves

-M. Taggart

Poem – Fill

I admire words that
infect my mind. I want
them to bend and twist
so I feel them. I’ve torn
pages from favorite stories
and stuffed them into my
mouth. I don’t know why.
Or, I do, and I’m not being
honest. Much like when an
author writes for an audience
rather than the raging
passion wishing to be seen;
truly, and finally freed.

-M. Taggart

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Poem – Never End

What you are is a brilliant beacon-
Shifting nose-to-nose along asylum walls
Concrete has this smell
Especially when recently wet
They try and hide the dry
As they try and hide You
But the same smell is there
No matter who They Are
and instead of wanting to know you
They’ve chosen you as their supply
and hide away any light they find

-M. Taggart

Dedicated to Megan.

Little Sticks – A Poem

I like words. We all have them.
Yet, we use them so differently.
Some flow beautifully from mouths,
while others need to write them.
They can be stretched, measured for intent,
delivered with impact, or even severity, and all
each of them are, are tiny little sticks. Sticks bent,
and curled; all lined up nicely to make meaning of
our thoughts so others might also engage in our curiosities.

-M. Taggart

 

Thank you for reading and being with me. I’m thankful for all of my peers on this platform.

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Just a little longer

Life’s too short to care
about the little things.
So I do.
To help Life
be a little longer.

-M. Taggart

Poem

I enjoy the color of silence
I stopped chasing its bitter taste
And instead, I sit back
And admire the view

-M. Taggart

Sent from my iPhone

Poem

It pleases the wind

to walk with us-

Even when seen

 

-M. Taggart

poem-

He spoke inside himself asking for direction-
When direction came he blundered sadly
wiping away all memory of having asked

A pebbled, turned over by boot, searched
for eternal abyss, wanting only to know the
depths of nothing toward the end all

-M. Taggart