I write poetry as I understand it and it serves as the exhales of my heart. Every sigh, every moan, every whimper.
Raymond Carver wrote, “It’s possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things – a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman’s earring – with immense, even startling power.”
And to that I say, let us see the world through the heart’s feeling.