odd walking thoughts – while the smiles walk on

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

7 Things You Did Right As a Blog Writer

  1. You wrote it.
  2. You didn’t care if you received 1 or 100 likes.
  3. You sat and bled just as Hem said to do and it makes perfect fucking sense to you.
  4. You read your work the next day and squirmed. You’re onto it. Keep going.
  5. You haven’t any choice but to write so you do. And you do. And you do.
  6. A family member read one of your pieces and said nothing. Instead they cried.
  7. You love yourself enough to write. So fucking write.

poem – to hell with rules

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.

A Poem – (A tidbit of)

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

Mommy Don’t Take my Smile – A Poem

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

Odd Walking Thoughts – A Walking Chair

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