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Sharleen Boaden Feb 2011
It’s fragile and fleeting and filled with fear
Tentative, uncertain, uncomfortably near

Loss

The losing of you; horrifying, insane
Picking and tearing, hurting my brain

Loss

Of you is foreign, extreme
Never considered even in wildest dream

Loss

It hangs on nothing though intrinsically tied
To my life and your life, it waits as it hides

Loss

Of your breath will suffocate mine
Turn me inwards and upwards and over the line

Loss

It’s fragile and fleeting and filled with fear
Tentative, uncertain, uncomfortably near
Sharleen Boaden Feb 2011
Be careful as you go through dark tangled webs
Trampling and tiptoeing round life’s sharpened dregs
Be careful as you shoot blindly from hip
Mindlessly aiming through pursed tight lip;
For amongst us gentle souls do lie
Rare soft creatures with hearts that sigh
The world around them like strong currents flow
They cling frantically to the quiet peace below

Be careful, as you go...
Sharleen Boaden Feb 2011
If I had the silver cloth that could line your darkest cloud,

             I’d wrap you in it forever more and hold with all my might

          No stormy sky or gale force wind or black than blacker cloud

     Your heart would hurt, your flesh would wound...But even if it might,

       I would blow upon it with all my force down to my very last breath

            And up up you’d soar into the sky and fill it with your light;

             But alas, I have no cloth to spread or super human breath

        So tread carefully, my love, as you go towards the shimmery light
Sharleen Boaden Feb 2011
I chose you for captain though you were off course
I saw you a hero, a knight on a horse

I dreamt of you sailing when I saw you’d no boat
I spoke of your valour, put you on a high note

I believed you were convinced though I knew you had doubt
I willed you a listener while hearing you shout

I put you up high even though you were low
I smiled and I laughed to cover your sorrow

I wished with all hope while you crawled and you groped
I submitted to faith while on logic you coped

I watched in helplessness as you slowly slid away
I heard my words echo when there was nothing more to say
Sharleen Boaden Feb 2011
I want to fall into Poetry
Where warm billowing words will comfort me
Enfold and cover and immerse fully
Each phrase a feather of soothing down
Padding each wound softly and sound
And there I can fall so deeply to sleep
While each stanza reaches its crescendo's peak
Falling and surging with rocking~horse sway
Taking my sadness with words all away
Sharleen Boaden Feb 2011
On still waters Debris I became
Stagnant, Drab, Lame
Held fast in emotional halters

A fresh wind blew in the form of you
Slowly sensation seeped
Until one day I knew..

A river in places a pool may form
Until the rain into does fall
Then overflows
Breaks down the wall
A trickle
A river Reborn

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