Someday is a soliloquy sitting on one’s lap
drenching our feet as we stand.
It follows us as though we truly mean
to speak of what we say, but as unruly self-
judgment paces our steps, we placed this ‘thing’
back where we believed it belonged. Now, set
on a shelf just behind us, among the many books
we’ve dreamed of being, it drips down the casing
and floods itself back toward our feet, to once
again climb and sit, awaiting, our voice.
About the Poet
Matt Taggart is a loving husband and father. The small family of three, along with one very fluffy Maine Coon cat, lives in Maine. Matt is an emerging writer and poet who has recently been published by Z Publishing House where his work of fiction ‘Screaming Hills’ can be found. Matt has also been published on The Drable, proletaria, and was nominated author of the month June, 2018, on Spillwords Press. You can find his mind at work via his blog.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.
Great poem. So talented!
Joey, your comment made my morning. Thank you and Cheers. Matt.
Wow Matthew! Outstanding work! I really felt this poem! Thank you!!
Thank you Brian!
Great poem. I especially like these lines, “It follows us as though we truly mean
to speak of what we say, ” You have captured some thoughtful reflection.
Thank you, Ali. Your appreciation of a few lines means the world to me.
It makes me happy to give feedback to writers. I know how much it means to me to hear what others find in my poems.
Great thoughts put into print! Love it!
Thank you, Cheers!
Enjoyed this beautiful poem, Matt.
Thanks, Mark. Much appreciated!
What a thoughtful poem! I’m a fellow Gill Billy, you have a great talent Matt! keep it up
Thank you, Jason. I love that town. There must be something in the water..for all of us Gill Billy peoples.