A mother’s murmur
lying beside the gravestone
of humanity gives peace
and tranquility a final hope
Come to the shadowed
spaces where the echoes live
-M. Taggart
for more from M, click on over: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/
Poem – M. Taggart
A mother’s murmur
lying beside the gravestone
of humanity gives peace
and tranquility a final hope
Come to the shadowed
spaces where the echoes live
-M. Taggart
for more from M, click on over: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
