NaPoWriMo – Day Nineteen

Forever roaming
Ravished Landscapes
Indecisive attitudes
Yesterdays ideals
Amidst chaos
Yearning forgiveness
** see below

Pastels & Pen on Paper

** An urban variation of the day of the week ‘Friday’, in which the user is excited that it’s the last day of the working week.
© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Seventeen

I wear your disdain
like a bitter shroud
veiling my shrivelled heart
swollen with sorrowful tears
of a bitter love
never to be enjoyed
never to be realised

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Sixteen

the dream is elusive
tugging the foggy peripheries
night after endless night
forming a fading labyrinth
hiding the unseemly truth
…deception

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Fifeteen

a cacophony of birdsong
serenades the morning

yes the darkness remains
a luminous veil tightly drawn
separating the world and my soul

red splashed dappled clouds
dance across the sky

yes the darkness remains
descending ever deeper
mercilessly sucking my energy

till my blood flows no more

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Thirteen

unctuous darkness seeps across the sky
deep glossy and raven black
a floating luminous veil
penetrating reminders of Winters past

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Twelve

waiting
tapping the table
anticipation shrivels
as the minutes tick relentlessly

fidgeting
pacing the floor
expectation growing
as the hours drag mercilessly

disappointment
idly standing by
realisations dwindling
as the years mount vengefully
replaced with an empty nothingness

the end

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Eleven

the days were long when
we, as children, played in the street till
only a hint of red lingered on the vanishing horizon

the days grew even shorter when
we, still together, played domestic house till
only a hint of sanity festered on the vanishing periphery

of our lives …

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Nine

cold rain pelting
piercing daggers of liquid ice
lashing winds howl
crashing gumnuts onto the tin roof
miniature wooden torpedoes
the house shakes and groans grievously
winter sets in
though Autumn has not yet bid farewell
injecting a bitterness
as mother nature unfurls her lamenting torment

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Seven

dropping high from above
momentum slowly builds
the poison dart strikes
my veins run cold
as the deadly venom flows
and my heart slowly shrivels

© Dawn Whitehand 2017