Day Two Hundred and Nineteen: 27th February 2013

it was cold when you left this morning
hurriedly gathering up your belongings
and snapping on your expensive watch
an early mist had descended opaque white
casting a haunting blanket over the world
a moist cocoon into which you disappeared
leaving me inside
yet outside

Pastel On Handmade Paper

Pastel On Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand

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Day Two Hundred and Eighteen: 26th February 2013

strangley muffled at first
it grew slowly louder
and more urgent
emerging from the clammy fog
as pitch darkness fell
a sobbing so tortured
it enveloped the desolate Earth

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand

Day Two Hundred and Seventeen: 25th February 2013

the putrid aroma rose up through the rotting floorboards
and swirled maliciously around the room
clinging to the damp mouldy walls
as a dark memory shrouds a haunted soul

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand

Day Two Hundred and Sixteen: 24th February 2013

“I don’t think I can today”
was all I could think
as I sat by the open window
staring at the sterile blank page
into the pale cloudless sky
until directly overhead
and the trees became shodowless
casting no evidence of existence
in that tiny moment of time

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and Fifteen: 23rd February 2012

smoking swirling tendrils crept across the hard floor
seeping under the doorway, gray fingers of death searching
climbing the walls reaching for the ceiling
a swirling eddy sucking up energy
from a lone figure lying on a bare bed
…me…

Soft Pastel on Handmade Paper

Soft Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand

Day Two Hundred and Thirteen: 21st February 2013

cracked and dry, sprawling outward
brown and barren, natural fractals
the flat landscape extends forever
to the horizon
then reaches up begging for water

but no rain will fall here
denuded and impotent
the earth will remain
an eternity of nothingness

a sad testament to humanity

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand

Day Two Hundred and Twelve: 20th February 2013

its late on a summer afternoon
when your car rolls down the bluestone driveway
and you rush inside
searching frantically for remnants
that are lost or broken
and you emerge empty handed
and leave
just as the blazing sun kisses the green horizon

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand

Day Two Hundred and Eleven: 19th February 2013

fragile and slippery
and growing thinner
the space between
today and tomorrow
is elusive
with yesterday already forgotten

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand