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 AuthorSharleen 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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