"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
arneilpaul: nice poetry. is it OK that i am sharing one of your poetry to my friends...

Thank you :) Yes, of course, just make sure you include my name and the title (if there is one) :)  

"for some, it comes
in snatches,
and we’ll spend
our entire lives
trying to catch it."
'dandelions' by Della Hicks-Wilson
sherlockswhatson: Your poetry is absolutely beautiful. I just discovered it today, and I love it. You should write a book or something. I was just wondering, which poets do you draw your inspiration from?

Thank you :) Thank you for reading :) 

All the great writers, poets, novelists, playwrights, I have read have taught me something about the possibilities of how we can (as I say) paint a poem, using the ink in our hearts.  Noone can put the ink there.  The poem happens and the ink comes from you.