“Every
heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Those
who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes
a poet.” ─Plato
Poetry
is merely not only words written on a sheet of paper, in books or anywhere else
but also clouds of feelings forming in heart and mind and ready to split out at
anytime, anywhere and everywhere.
It
has been raining in my world, too,before even my birth and I fell for words and
with words and now I understand that I am for poetry and poetry is for me. Poetry
has been my safe haven and best companion and I write to retrieve a part of me
pecked.
You’ve
probably been seeing hashtag #markjuly18th and
wondered what it is all about, what will happen on July 18th, and so
on.
In
order for my poems to be archived, on July 18th I will self-publish
my first poetry book in form of e-book. My book will be titled Heart
a Poet Cannot tell and will consist a collection of my hundred best poems,few of which are
published on my blog while others (a
large pile of them) are not published anywhere else apart from my journals and
of course on my heart (reading it will exactly be as penetrating in my heart, in
my life, and in my feelings by how I tried to polish them with words and looking
the surroundings through my eyes).
I
titled it that way because I believe that there is nothing really a poet can’t
tell, and when I found one, I thought it was worth treasuring in a book for
generations to come.
I
hope you will love it as much as I do and will allow me to know what your
thoughts will be about it. Therefore, please mark July 18th, 2016 on
your calendars so you won’t forget.
Shalom!
