![]() Wild TalkA Poem by Sharleen Boaden
I fled
I fled to the comfort of the dark And felt soft swarthy fabric Envelope my heart I allowed myself to deeply sink in Peering into the blackness Seeing nothing Like a blackboard duster sweeping Off the chalk So my mind was uncluttered Of all it's wild talk I stayed till first light I stayed © 2015 Sharleen Boaden |
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Added on March 24, 2015 Last Updated on March 24, 2015 Author![]() Sharleen BoadenDurban, KwaZulu Natal, South AfricaAboutI am an artist, poet and dreamer with both feet on the ground. When words fail me, my brush takes over and vice versa. I am an impressionist painter first and foremost who is now exploring my inner .. more..Writing
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