I remember his tears
they were like my own
I unbuttoned his shirt
and turned the mirror
-M. Taggart
I remember his tears
they were like my own
I unbuttoned his shirt
and turned the mirror
-M. Taggart
It’s a confusing thing to look at a moon. There were no footsteps helping to be heard. Hush little..Don’t say a word. -A young child holds onto the moon from a place within they fear not know again. -Hasn’t it been a nice day. Hasn’t it not yet rained. Haven’t we all had a wonderful time. -While the smiles walk on.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
when no one’s there to pour a sonnet down your throat
easing your expressions of pain as your scorching metallic rage
sets itself against its blade-
wait
shiver first with an angle and propel thy teeth against a hue from the heavens
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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
more poems
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/poem/
more odd writing
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/odd-walking-thoughts-dont-keep-up/
enjoy.
Ah! I’d like to share the rest of this. I can’t. If I do, I’ll not be able to submit it to the publications I have in mind. I do find pleasure in posting this tidbit. Enjoy.
A Poem-
Wake up loved one-
a haunted whisper looks for you
And the clock ticks
Write. and write. And do that again until you’ve washed away thinking that says you cannot. -M. Taggart
Through the eyes of our children-
There’s a heaven found-
Love for your partner awaits
If you are unable to find love for your partner through the eyes of your children you’ve missed everything.
copyright 2016-M. Taggart
Don’t take my smile-
A baby tugged on a string-
Angry parents walk heavily-
A girl kissed a boy-
Vile symbols shook-
How could you-
A toddler finds heaven-
The mother scolds-
Heaven is not a thought
A boy kissed a boy-
Whispers never speak-
But these did
A child finds a storm-
The father doesn’t see-
Severe comes the night-
A woman finds her man-
Mud and Farm and life-
He isn’t enough
A man loves his wife-
Lying beneath the ground-
If ever again I can-
Mommy – Don’t take my smile
-Copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
Of the most difficult things we can accomplish, I believe one is to give ourselves permission to accept who we are today.
-M. Taggart
We watched the chair walk away and sit. While waiting for the chair to speak, we asked the wall if it cared. The wall opened its large mouth. Listen. You can hear through the window a soft wind. Its anger is mounting behind the softness. Focus what we remember and match. Forget the wall with its mouth; it never witnessed without its eyes. While never caring to speak truth.
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart