sharleen-boaden
South African
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 voice by means of poetry....this is a word in process / / "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ~Leonardo da Vinci / / www.sharleenboaden.com
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
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
I find myself in a place so quiet
That I dare to even breathe
A stillness within that I want to touch
A pocket of palpable ease
The chaos outside wields its frenetic pace
The loudness turned down to mute
I cling to this peace possessively
Willing it so to take root
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
I lost my grip and down I slid
And felt no urge to stop
My scanty power enveloped my will
As I succumbed to my downward spiral
The inevitable pulled its peaceful ruse
I felt dead before I died
The blackened fiend sat with twisted smile
And watched me breathe into airlessness
Down down I slid into the well
Where no wishes or hope or light do dwell
And there at the bottom amongst the nothingness
Love scooped me up in gentle palm
And placed me amongst the shattered souls
Pieced together by second chances
And slowly there on tessellated plains
My Life began again
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Tears fall down from deep emotional graves
Like waterfalls covering over dark hidden caves
But no one notices the agony ...the pain
Cause I am crying ..crying in the rain
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
I set you free cause you hungered to go
You gnawed for so long on our family tie
Chewed at the cord till you made me cry
Well, goodbye my dear one, be free and fly
Perhaps one day when your wings hang low
You'll remember my hands that held you near
You'll remember my eyes welled up with tear
You'll remember my smile that quelled your fear
But then up you'll soar to the heavens you follow
You'll chastise yourself for thoughts you entertain
You'll bring out the waters of jealousy and pain
And wash away all traces of the love you disdain
So, be free my dear one, be free in your mind
While I'll hold you in secret by the ties that bind
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
What possessed me to wrestle so long
Picking away on unchartered ground
Pushing emotions around and around
Spinning so many an unfinished song?
What carried me off into deeper waters
Wading through mire and murky corners
Falling again and again and again
Over husbands and fathers and Wonderland mothers?
Ease blows over this punch-bagged heart
I fall on soft pillows of steady stillness
Breathing freely and deeply and emotionless
Letting it all go into archival winds...apart
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
I choose to ignore my aching heart
Carrying it in secret behind my shadow smile
Heavy legs take me around this cold dance floor
Waltzing as words beat on my sensitive brain
I’m Alice in Wonderland!
Drowning in abnormality
Forcing myself bigger in a shrunken surround…
One two three,
One two three,
Keep it in har mo ny
Round and round I continue to go
Rising on tip toes in my mental capped boots
Dancing small steps to the matriarchal tune
While turning my blind eye away.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
I looked into unseeing eye;
it didn't blink
Tears pooled blurring my vision....
Perhaps I could pass through that shuttered gaze,
probe deeper within;
pass by blood and tissue
and reach the fleshy beating heart?
I closed my eyes and appealed with words,
clawed blindly at emotional walls;
pleaded with silent screams at pie in the sky dreams....but
Treachery had been there first;
plucking away...
stealing the heart with its persuasive sway
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
Sitting
In the dark
Feeling the beat
Of my foolish heart
I touch my face
Alien lines push away my fingertips
I don’t feel like me
I am a woman possessed
Eyes widen out to let in more light
Dark unseeing pools disguising my fright
If I can just stay here…
Still in the night
Protected by blindness
Sustained by no sight
Sitting
In the dark
Feeling the beat
Of my foolish heart
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
tonight I feel not quite like me
theres no free flow of poetry
I slide down trains of serrated thought
sensing in pictures lying all out of sort
theres flickers of death of planes of song
of boxes of memories that all went wrong
big eyes brim-full of disguised tears
big smiles down-turned by mortal fears
I wonder about whats left to see
theres just no knowing...
its not like me
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC