Talin Kalishian Poet Sonnet

Sand Box

Sahara north african voice hit th' desert 
whimpering a cry a muffler left goodbye
to where sand storms swallow an hurt
th' scent of a women to dare to try 
th' garment's thou used to wear 
e're live in a sand box untouch'd spill
still looking for e're soft hands pare
walk'd th' flaming sand up a hill
longing to touch again e're skin
search'd for days near tho far away
having illusional visions of e're spin
opened th' box to win a day 
an all e're clothes coverd' th' desert hence
with winds up shifting e're scarves fence



10/13/2016

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White Wolf October 24, 2016 at 10:26 PM I find myself drawn lately to the sonnet form, and you do them justice, great read Talin.

Daniel Turner October 13, 2016 at 12:09 PM Just a hint of political satire in this sonnet. Very well written, Talin. Talin Kalishian October 13, 2016 at 12:32 PM Thank you daniel... I loved the idea of the sand box the topic itself can write many fields..

Anu Nayak October 13, 2016 at 9:16 AM Awesome Sonnet Talin:) // love, Anu:) Talin Kalishian October 13, 2016 at 1:38 PM Thankx Anu :)) i love it too hh ii)

Demetrios Trifiatis October 13, 2016 at 4:51 AM Beautifully stormy and mysterious your poem dear, Talin. It carries the reader to the heart of the desert wondering if will get a glimpse of the woman! Excellent! Talin Kalishian October 13, 2016 at 1:07 PM Speechless.. U made my heart smile Thank you