exhaustion seeps in
weary bones consumed
wasted muscles lax
forgotten memories continue foraging
scratching the very marrow of my soul
twilight years beckon
the applause stops
lifes curtains close
the cycle begins again
beckoning an empty stage of tomorrows tears
Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
Some regular readers may know that besides being a ‘poet’ i am also a visual artist, and maintain another blog about those shenanigans here: https://dawnwhitehand.wordpress.com/
But to address the point of this post …. I am sssooo behind on poetry posts because my visual arts life has exploded somewhat in the past couple of months & I have a multitude of projects that have occupied every breathing moment (besides the head cold I got in between) of my creative life …. these projects include:
Birds Beasts and Butterflys Group Exhibition – an upcoming event, I don’t have a post about this as yet
This may not seem like much on paper but these projects have occupied my already chaotic head to the point of implosion – but on the bright side I guess that will make for some good poetry fodder in the coming months….
(the only thing that has kept me sane -from a ‘writing’ perspective – is putting pen to paper when writing Artists Statements)
So, don’t despair, I have not exited ‘stage left’…. i am just temporarily preoccupied…. or something along those lines 🙂
And just to prove it, here’s a drawing…I’ll write a poem to go with it soon 🙂
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
dark and deceptive
it (I) emerges at night
parting the heavy curtains
of my Mahogany dreams
unwelcomely hovering
cumbersomely weightless
a floating scourge
pecking at my (own) soul
relentless in its (my) pain
too elusive to grasp
visiting incessantly
since childhood
Fine Liner on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
Poems and Drawings 