My poetry is not something I have shared as much on this blog. I have used Allpoetry.com as the outlet for those words.
But I love poetry, prose, limericks, and the like.
I am grateful that God has gifted me in sharing written words, whether as story or metaphor, imagery or fact.
I pour my soul from pen to paper as if my blood is the very ink with which I write. I convey that which I cannot speak. I create from hope, tears, love, pain, and grace.
My life lines the paper and I am laid bare.
This was a poem I wrote for Allpoetry
The Ink Well
by Heather Tiger
August 28, 2011
Something stirring within my soul
seeking to spill forth.
Constrained, restrained, refrained
until it seeps from my very being,
and I can breathe, again.
Stories playing in my mind’s eye
desperate to be told.
Unknown, unnamed, untamed
until it pours from my fingers,
as if ink beats in my heart.
I know poetry isn’t everyone’s cup of java or tea, but it has always been a sort of home for me. I’ve read the classics and contemporaries, famous and fledgling. There is beauty to be found in every offering.
Any of you poetry fans or poets yourselves? Any favorites?