slumber alludes me
despite heavy eyelids
drooping uncontrolled
and muscle spasms
jumping erratically jolting

lucid thought patterns
collapse inwardly exploding
minds eye shutting down
numbness consuming
the fear of not sleeping



© Dawn Whitehand 2014

A Poem by Nancy Paddock

This blog has not had much commentary from me in the past (in fact, I think this is the first post I have ever interjected in), and that was the way I wanted it – but this blog is maturing, and as such (see my ABOUT page) I am going to begin introducing poets and poems that I admire to this blog – as well a maintaining my own poetry once a week.

I will continue to produce and publish an original drawing inspired by the poetry, including the guest poems.

Feel free to comment about if you think this is a good move or not! IE did you like the disconnected impersonal nature of me posting poetry without comment!

Anyways here is my first sharing of a poem I find amazing – it is so Zen it is beyond words – but I guess if I am sharing it i should comment on it…. so

I love the free verse and language of this poem, the zen nature and topic… it tugs a string in all of us about our innate connection to the earth, a theme my visual art is also consumed with… but the language is not convoluted and easy to connect with, making it very accessible …. but above all it so sensitive and paints such a beautiful picture!


Lie Down By Nancy Paddock

Lie down with your belly to the ground,
like an old dog in the sun. Smell
the greenness of the cloverleaf, feel the damp
earth through your clothes, let an ant
wander the uncharted territory
of your skin. Lie down
with your belly to the ground. Melt into
the earth’s contours like a harmless snake.
All else is mere bravado.
Let your mind resolve itself
in a tangle of grass.
Lie down with your belly
to the ground, flat out, on ground level.
Prostrate yourself before the soil
you will someday enter.
Stop doing.
Stop judging, fearing, trying.
This is not dying, but the way to live
in a world of change and gravity.
Let go. Let your burdens drop.
Let your grief-charge bleed off
into the ground.
Lie down with your belly to the ground
and then rise up
with the earth still in you.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

3 p.m.

supple and pink
your skin smells sleepy
warm afternoon sunlight
defining your contours
cacooned in crumpled sheets
a lone strand of tousled hair
visible on the soft pillow
a finger emerges
then a hand
an arm
pale and slender
hiding your smiling face
peeling away the covers
inviting me in
to touch you again

Digital Image

Digital Image

© Dawn Whitehand 2014


My Poetic Confidants / My April Reblogs

National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) has concluded – and my blog/Poem was included in Geo Sans list of poems he reblogged for the month – thanks so much Geo San 🙂 the other poems are well worth a visit!

Geo Sans



to celebrate national poetry writing month

I wanted to honour some of the wonderful wordsmiths

within my wordpress community


thank you

for all your invaluable support

and your exceptional expressions




Sirena Tales / haven haiku

The ancient eavesdropper / Organic volumes

Poetry of Light / Surfacing

Poetically Versed / Remember The Big Red Firetruck?

Blase’ /

tychogirl / Space to breathe

Talking to the Clouds / you left behind

Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds / An uncomfortable situation

Shackled and Crowned / Struggle

Bound 4 Escape / Understanding Poetry

Helen Valentina / Elemental

Poesy plus Polemics / Music of Scars

beeseeker / Yet …

Chatty Owl / You

A Prayer Like Gravity / Shape I

Virgilio is on a quiet journey…and wondering… / The Ability to Let Go

Busy Mind Thinking / Echo

Mono No Aware / A…

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