I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person. Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
There are many many many people who can write poetry. And they are well organized and their grammar is perfect and stanzas well put together. Then there are very few poets like Walt Whitman & Allen Ginsberg who spill their hearts out till their prosody sings and cries so much that it rhymes even when in reality it doesn’t. They don’t write with their mind but rather they write with hearts. Broken, sensitive, loving, lonely, empathetic hearts.
Looking at one of my poetry posts on Instagram my mom said: “who needs to read that”.
Maybe no one but this world needs something heart warming & kind . . . And I love to see it again again & again . . . And also I love it so much that I can keep reading it & posting over & over & over again. ♥️
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person. Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
There are many many many people who can write poetry. And they are well organized and their grammar is perfect and stanzas well put together. Then there are very few poets like Walt Whitman & Allen Ginsberg who spill their hearts out till their prosody sings and cries so much that it rhymes even when in reality it doesn’t. They don’t write with their mind but rather they write with hearts. Broken, sensitive, loving, lonely, empathetic hearts.
Looking at one of my poetry posts on Instagram my mom said: “who needs to read that”.
Maybe no one but this world needs something heart warming & kind . . . And I love to see it again again & again . . . And also I love it so much that I can keep reading it & posting over & over & over again. ♥️