Why We Need Socialism

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
I stumbled upon a wayward thought, altogether forgotten, and dreary,
what if the world were safe, forever colourful, and cheery,

where would my mind go, wandering on, discovering anew,
uncovering latent  ideas, a final encore, before the final coup,
of government betrayals, and midnight deals, a corporate shrew.

Pencil on Paper

Pencil on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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Prompt for day 25 from www.napowrimo.com
“write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first line), but then goes elsewhere with it”  – so I chose The Raven by Egar Allan Poe … most of my poetry is dark and Poe is a great inspiration to me…. 🙂

 

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On Growing Old…

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

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Ode to Virginia Woolf

slowly submerging
ripples
swirl upward
cool
caressingly gray
murkiness

a protective shield
barricading reality
uncertainty hidden

willingly
I breathe
water
oxygen bubbles
rise
burst
gone forever

eyes bulging

ears popping

my body
slowly sinks

Tinted Charcoal and Coloured Pencil on Handmade Paper

Tinted Charcoal and Coloured Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and Ninety Nine: 18th May 2013

filled with unheard laughter
the vibration of playful feet
now a distant memory
bare starkness inhabits the corridor now
empty walls resounding no echo
in a world of silence

Coloured Pencil and Oil Pastel on Handmade Paper

Coloured Pencil and Oil Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and Twenty Nine: 9th March 2013

you were coming back last night
when you left the house excitedly
“see you in an hour” you called
casually over your left shoulder
as you pulled the front door
closed behind you in a flurry of energy

you were coming back last night
but you didn’t

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 3013

Day One Hundred and Ninety Eight: 6th February 2013

the old papers are rolled up
tightly
and bound with brown string
piled
on top of the cupboard
safely
storing long forgotten pasts
and memories of an inspired future

Pencil on Handmade Paper

Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Forty One: 11th December 2012

my mind was full
when you beckoned me
a false promise luring
but instead leaving
no room to think
no where to create

Nowhere: pencil on paper

Nowhere: pencil on paper