More Insomnia

sleep is evasive (3.53 am)
the long dark shadows of night
a security blanket (3.54 am)
enveloping my thoughts
cleansing my mind (3.55 am)
stealing my sanity
eroding my self (3.56 am)

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

 

 

The Darkness

unrestrained
it grows
a dark tangled clot
interwoven
tree-like
en-masse
multiplying
a malignant tumour
rotting my mind
devouring my soul

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

The Day You Went Away

the day you went away was bleak

a howling wind announced you departure
torrential rain washing away your footsteps
silence reverberated from cold walls

and still does

as does haziness
hang
a gray halo encircling emptiness

where once a heartbeat sang to the rhythm of life
now only silence bemoans the hollow wail of death

Dawn Whitehand

© Dawn Whitehand 2015
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Endings or Beginnings

death stares
your cold eyes
icy hard
drill through my head
penetrating my core
a laser beam
red hot
crippling my thoughts
paralysing my limbs

to not care
my only salvation

so I don’t

and I am free

Dawn Whitehand Conte Crayon

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

 

Sunset at the Olgas

smudgy water colour
pastel hues
jagged horizon
haphazardly strewn
perfectly captured
a vibrant backdrop
focusing red rocks
whispering in silence
empty you head
listen… The olgas

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Uluru

buzzing buzzing
tiny black flies sticky
red dusty sweat viscous honey
a rolling ball of heat suspended
fiercely in a bare blue canopy
unsympathetic
blazing heat radiating from a rock
so old so large so red
whispering stories of ancient times

stand still be silent and listen
let the earth tell you the story

Uluru - fine liner and oil pastel on handmade paper

Uluru – fine liner and oil pastel on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Out Back

dry red sand fills the landscape
tiny scattered nocturnal tracks
the only signs of life
barely visible
through hazy heat ripples
a solitary breeze
disturbs the sparse foliage
stirring fine crimson dust
the final breathe
of a forgotten country

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Dreaming

a dragging sensation
pulling
clutching my ankles

random voices calling
laughing
whispering my name

a dog barking
hollow
echoing through me

am I awake?
lucid?
or dreaming still?

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© Dawn Whitehand 2015