NaPoWriMo – Day Five

reminiscing
she recalls a time
when clarity of purpose
was a paramount ideal

knowing
what
when
where
how
came naturally
or so she thought

years of battling had worn her down
ideas once awe inspiring
now replaced with disillusion

eyes once clear and youthful
now dull with the age of decay

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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A New Years Resolution

A New Years Resolution…

to smell warm eucalyptus and forthcoming rain
not the smoky black burden of fires ferocious aftermath

to listen to a gentle summer breeze rustle green leaves
not unseasonal winds wreaking havoc across the now barren land

to taste clean fresh water gurgling
not greedy corporate pollution running through my veins

to feel warm sun and green grass
not despair at the grisley cries of once bountiful Mother Nature dying

to gaze upward and outward
not inward where gloom grips the soul with an unending relentless grasp

My New Years Resolution….

Conte Sketch altered in Prisma

Conte Sketch altered in Prisma

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

Playing with Words

I wrote a poem in my head today
but now my mind is completely dead
and I think back on it bleakly
hoping for that extra creative hit
even becoming unusually meditative
then it comes to me and I write furiously
my spirits to an even greater height
inspiration – the great inflater

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

 

A Mother’s Day Poem

do you miss the child we never had
that cheeky smile that never was
joyous shrieks of delight at new discoveries
pitter patter pitter patter of little feet
on the cold bare floor
that could have been warm and cozy

do you miss the sparkling sunshine
shining on her golden hair
that innocent trusting stare of clear blue eyes
gazing blankly at eternal nothingness
clap clap clap clap of chubby hands
excited beyond belief at what could have been

do you miss that little life denied by fate

our child that never was

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Day 30 NaPoWriMo – Yay I Made It!

tiny pin pricks in my head
threatening an incision
feeling heavy as solid lead
struggling to make a decision
reluntantly clambering out of bed
barely with any forward vision
I start the day with bitter dread

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand

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YAY! I made it through the month 🙂

NaPoWriMo Day 24

day 24    - eyes bulging hang weary
prompt 24 - my mind screams mercy
April 24  - one week to go

            the words won't come
            shipwrecked in the moment
            a seeping quagmire overrules
            desperately I await inspiration
Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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Day 17 – A Potter’s Dictionary

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a societal moulding
as if made from clay
fuelled by coal
slowed by a cooling damper
the eternal heat
my life within a kiln
spared by a muffle
a mind in constant reduction
eyes ever glazing
an eternal life of sulphur

Digitally Manipulated Original Conte Drawing

Digitally Manipulated Original Conte Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Prompt from www.napowrimo.net … read on for my inspiration!

To find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source.

So, as a ceramic artist I have many ‘potters dictionaries’ at my disposal – and chose this dictionary to find some random terms.

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I randomly opened ten pages and chose a term from each page & then constructed the poem using the chosen word as the last word of each line ….

Dawn Whitehand Poem

Enjoy 🙂

 

Day 16 Almanac Questionaiire NaPoWriMo

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gothic silhouettes in the mist
assemble at noon beneath the town clock
a monotonous daily mindless ritual
for what nobody now remembers

I dream clean fresh air
while watching two headed fish
navigate a brown murky stream
and wonder at hungry flowers
gobbling wingless birds falling from the heavens

but a blue sky exists
claims my handsome imaginary rescuer
ignoring my glib unisex uniform
enforced to construct forlorn subservience

memories of the past diminish
while the eccentric tells all
and I clutch to my heart
a scrap of parched letterhead
love forever mum and dad

the only other paper newsprint
headlines the sun soon expires
and I imagine a koala
clutching a dead leafless branch
framed gruesomely through my grimy bedroom window

and remember the childhood story
don’t approach the city limits
corrupt music and laughter abound
yet when walking three minutes
down a sterile drab alley
I see nothing of difference

and I fear remaining here decomposing forever
an export of harvested flesh
where street money is valueless
a forlorn fixture of loneliness
trapped within a town postcard
an homogeneous grey deteriorating cityscape

Digitally Altered Original Conte Drawing

Digitally Altered Original Conte Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net
The challenge answer, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers.
My place was imagined, and I used every answer in my poem…. here are my answers:

Almanac Questionnaire

Weather: misty
Flora: carnivorous
Architecture: gothic
Customs: assemble under the town clock at noon everyday
Mammals/reptiles/fish: mutants
Childhood dream: fresh air
Found on the Street: money (has no value)
Export: human harvested flesh
Graffiti: a blue sky exists
Lover: an imagined rescuer
Conspiracy: power brokers have constructed a scenario of servitude and helplessness
Dress: homogeneous uniform grey apparel
Hometown memory: none
Notable person: eccentric on the hill (who has memories)
Outside your window, you find: dead tree
Today’s news headline: sun soon to expire
Scrap from a letter: love forever mum and dad
Animal from a myth: koala
Story read to children at night: don’t approach the city limits
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: nothing different
You walk to the border and hear: strange nose (music and laughter)
What you fear: remaining here forever
Picture on your city’s postcard: grey non-descript deteriorating cityscape

 

Writers Block Day 15 NaPoWriMo

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once upon a time
there was the beginning of a line

the story so grew
eventually my imagination flew

the final conclusion fleeting
left us all dismally bleating

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Couplet prompt from www.napowrimo.net

Forgotten

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yesterdays lost thought

elusive to grasp
a shadowy silhouette
shrouded in darkness
tantalizing the periphery
but forever irretrievable

buried in the quagmire
they call my mind

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016