===

We Align Ourselves

A dried branch snaps in a forest stilled, it's resounding echoes penetrate, awakening us, alerting our silence,
We hidden away in the gray damp mists there flowing - among the leaves and in the shadows of the trees,
And we run out sleepily into the silence of soft reason, chasing moments and the fallen rain that finds us,
Forming, like new lost children, nervous, laughing, caught up in the wealth and worth of youth's new season,

Moldy. Earthen. A new scent of morning enters the kingdoms of our minds as we play on, running, running,
Hooded, damped in the sprawl of the green mansions, grey god vamps all, in the many colors viewed,
Multifaceted, richly hued, the birds in the trees greet us in song, in these virgin, new moments of our beings,
And we pause in the soft graciousness of their coming and we welcome them inside the cool gift of their reason.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

===

It was so easy to visualise this, your poems are beautiful Thom. I wish you would share them with the world. They leave me feeling that life is sacred and we are one with the earth, the past, the present and the future.
Quantum physics and holiness aligned.

tommyboy

As I read this poem, it calls to mind a fresh, new love. One that so many have found, so many are looking for. The cleansing rain, and the majestic birds and their song, both beautiful. Running about laughing like children, that is the feeling that new love gives to ones soul. The snapping branch, and grey mist, both a representation of that mysterious, nervous fear as one enters this new love.



Well done my friend well done

Shelby


P.S. Forgive me for rambling

Ladywind7,

We all feel quieter moments in our emotions. Those beautiful songs. Those lyrics. This is where derived of same we gather our thoughts to write. This is the quiet room in which we all thrive so well. And yours is no different, Ladywing. Yours is a quiet fireside in a castle of brightly lit rooms in which ye air, display and share your words - like so many stanzas penned on paper for we, your guests, to read when night falls and we're here alone in our rooms. Where, by the light of our candles, we probe deeper emotion and thought.

So very many ancient, beautiful furniture pieces there in your castle, Ladywind. Words, songs, the realms ye fill, spilling over the edges with largesse. This is what ye share with us here. This is your room of love. This is your worldly castle set against a countryside of rich, green hills. A place we come to visit and to write.

Thanks, Ladywind. Your kindness is appreciated.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Shel,

I agree with everything you've said in your comments. No one could've put it any better.

Thanks for being there as my friend. I'm thankful, Shel, for your kindness and your direction.
Ye help me to grow.

Be well,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

"And we run out sleepily into the silence of soft reason, chasing moments and the fallen rain that finds us,
Forming, like new lost children, nervous, laughing, caught up in the wealth and worth of youth's new season"


..the 2 lines hurts sir..
(my way of saying how effective your poems are to me )

..it never fails to make me contemplate:)

dream like rolling waves crashing into my reality..
..wishing it had just stayed a dream..and not put me in the spot..:(

..still and always will be an avid fan:)

chronicliar75,

Glad those two lines were invasive enough to touch that hidden spot inside. No doubt a very warm and loving place in which ye so comfortably dwell.

Thank ye, chronic,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Hi Tommy boy! This poem feels like a playful nymph has captivated your spirit; and you chase it deep within the forest to bathe in it's dew.

It's rejuvenating.

tulip2633

Thank ye, tulip2633. I get the correlation. You're so very pure and kind.

tommy boy moran / Ireland