The Future of Seeds

what has become of the seeds
once sown
tilled rich moist soil
red dirt blanket
enveloping warmth
keeping safe the stalks
feeding nourishing

what has become of the seeds
brown bare earth lay
only dead dust blowing
trapped within a barren windswept bowl

Charcoal Pencils

Charcoal Pencils

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


Hope of a New Day

a heavy heat haze hangs
blanketing a sweaty landscape
stifling the hesitant breeze
sucking away its warm breathe
suffocating unquestioning inhabitants

empty tree limbs struggle under the weight
flower heads bow in submission
scattered fauna held captive in shadowy pockets
even the clear water’s reflection sits stagnant

all await the moon and the cool relief of darkness

all await a new day

Dawn Whitehand Acrylic on Paper


© Dawn Whitehand 2015


The House

outside non existent wind floats eerily
while inside the voices of years of memories whisper
in words only they understand
ages of sorrowful secrets kept hidden will remain untold
a sacred pact conspired with and sanctioned by time

and I lie here in my bed listening
but hear nothing
just the wooden walls breathing
and creaking their private language

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


dark swirls of noiseless wind
tug endlessly
tall ageless trees
branches strung out
silhouetting the night sky
against mother nature’s savage breath
slowly ravaging
time lumbers obliviously
till virgin glints of sunlight
cut a crevice in the earth
a black hole sucking life from the tempest
and spewing forth another eulogy of despair

Charcoal on handmade paper

Charcoal on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

For You

nursing your ego

I listen



healing your wounds

open mind scars

seeping poisonous sludge

an invisible virus

that can’t be contained

it lashes out



Dawn Whitehand

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Eulogy for a Buddy

its quieter
without you here
and colder
there is an emptiness
a silent echo
resounding through the house

the moist ground
where once you lay
your final resting place
mother earth enveloping you
in a final warm embrace

RIP Eddy xx

Charcoal Pencil on Handmade Paper

Charcoal Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015



time ambles
a monotonous journey
hell bound for destiny
an uncontrollable future
of generic homogeneity
creeping slowly forward
ensnaring the inevitable
ignoring the individual
forever tainting
minds of a free soul


Conte on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015



a dull speck of light on the far horizon
minute dust debris floating in the still air
a single drop of cold water spattering
obsolete souls surviving in a stagnant universe
a disembodied life anchored to a fleshy vessel

Dawn Whitehand conte

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


when was the last time my heart bled

not for you

but for a tear never cried
for laughter never heard
a gentle touch never felt

when was the last time my heart sang

not with you

but for the warmth of the sun
for the crunch of autumn
a fresh drop of rain

when was the last time my heart breathed

When Dawn Whitehand ink on handmade Paper_1_1

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


your reflection stares back
indigo eyes blazing
a pale ghost looming
bad memories
refusing to fade
tightening the grip
vice-like on my mind
squeezing relentlessly
till my soul erupts
and is no more

Dawn Whitehand indigo Eyes

Pen on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015