obliteration

the grey bare Earth shivered
a harsh scathing wind enveloping her
as icy rain lashed her naked body
silver tentacles spiralling upward
squeezing her vulnerable flesh

until finally erupting

and the grey bare Earth was no more

Pen on handmade paper

Pen on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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Insomnia

darkness seeps through these veins
my pounding heart an unlikely companion
invisible ceiling hovering
crushing my body
the absent tick tock of the clock
trawling through the long hours
dreamlessness a curse to my once stable mind
the sweet peace of sleep evading this restless soul
as I wait night after endless night

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© Dawn Whitehand

Rebirth – World Poetry Day

playfully swirling
a cool wind scatters gumnuts across a rusty tin roof
spilt seeds bouncing randomly
waiting to be blown across the late autumn sky

tumbling and falling
finding a final resting place
a soft patch of silky dirt

snuggling in
they await the warmth of spring
the soft patter of rain
the miraculous transformation

a sapling

Dawn Whitehand Gumnut Sketch

Pen on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

 

 

Effort – a Kenning Poem

tiresome toil
relentless drudgery
unending labour
fruitless pain
meaningless sweat

evolving benefit

welcome dividend
rewarding fortune
ultimate security
refreshing satisfaction

disagreeable loathing

A poem prompted by the topic generator

Dawn Whitehand doodle

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

When?

when was the last time my heart bled

not for you

but for a tear never cried
for laughter never heard
a gentle touch never felt

when was the last time my heart sang

not with you

but for the warmth of the sun
for the crunch of autumn
a fresh drop of rain

when was the last time my heart breathed

When Dawn Whitehand ink on handmade Paper_1_1

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

yesterday

your reflection stares back
indigo eyes blazing
a pale ghost looming
bad memories
refusing to fade
tightening the grip
vice-like on my mind
squeezing relentlessly
till my soul erupts
and is no more

Dawn Whitehand indigo Eyes

Pen on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

When Words Are Too Late

the words left unsaid
are the loudest
a mute plea
falling on deaf ears
a silent scream
echoing from empty walls
a voiceless cry

i love you

Dawn whitehand drawing

Dawn Whitehand Pen on Handmade Paper Doodle Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015