your sharp words
rip through my heart
claw like
tearing shreds
viciously
thick red blood
dripping
visible only to me
splattering my consciousness
blurring my vision
poisoning my soul
Wax on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
I asked if it were really you
in my hazy sleepiness
and you answered
“yes indeed it is really me
I am not a dream
within your dream”
so I let you in trusting
pulling back the sheets
and covering you gently
then as you turned to me smiling
your face slowly dissolved
and startled I awoke
bright morning sunlight piercing my face
demanding I awake
for yet another day
or is this
again another dream within a dream?
Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
A memory once forgotten
nudges the edge of consciousness
looming transparent blue gray
beckoning silent elusive
yet remaining frayed
just beyond grasp
forever gone
absent
Oil and Soft Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
