Wild Talk

Wild Talk

A 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

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Sharleen Boaden
Sharleen Boaden

Durban, KwaZulu Natal, South Africa



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I 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..

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