zenman1550: Are you the ocean...or the waves?

I am ocean. Poetry is the waves.

Beautiful question :)

"let us always begin
(and end)
with the truth."
'our conversations' by Della Hicks-Wilson
"why does peace
only come
after war?"
'before' by Della Hicks-Wilson
"everything has a heart.
even the moon."
'blood moon' by Della Hicks-Wilson
Anonymous: Just thought I'd tell you, you spelt hole instead of whole on your last poem

Exactly :)  Thank you :)

"do not try
to cover me up.
you must
the hole
of me."
'fully' by Della Hicks-Wilson
"the truest poems are not written,
they are felt.
words, remind us."
'painting the poem' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)
"it is both a burden and a blessing, to feel everything as deeply as i do."
Della Hicks-Wilson
"i told happiness
to come.
and it came.
who knew.
it was as simple
as that."
'obeyed' by Della Hicks-Wilson
"If we remember that we are all instruments, we will never struggle to remember our purpose. So be piano, be drums, be trumpet, blare the sound you were created to make."
Della Hicks-Wilson