Keys To A Writer Heart


As with moments of pen and parchment, by extension, our typewriter keys
Become the keys to our ' writer's heart '.

Feathering in their own right, lean and forbidding, they call upon us to bare
Forbidden fruit.

They make us so inclined. Formed. Astute,
Made to dance in the wilderness.

Here in this, my full body of maturity, words are best spoken, least - spoken
As I tap out each hungry monument to my deep, inner breathing.

And this monument to my very momentum, this body of my being,
These prevailing rhymes and rhythms do not become me -
Here inside the cherished ' Halls of Death's Faint Stain '.

( . . . O' but, words are cold rooms, all meant to house a writer's penned
deep inner pain. )

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

Reaching deep inside, shaping words that sometimes, are often, not spoken... but that is what great poets are able to do!

You have a gift. Once more I say, thank you for sharing.

mo, I thank you for your vision. I appreciate your kindness and ability to promote harmony.

As always, I thank ye from here in the wealth of this poet's heart.

tommy boy moran / Ireland - ( " The Emerald Sink " )