NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty

thick blue green ivy
envelops the brick veneer
in which I once lived
long spindly tendrils
twisting idly
fondling window frames
leaves bursting
exploring dusty eaves

thriving in the dim musky interior
dark mahogany furniture draped
mimicking the ghosts now living there
their moans and creaking
echoing through the hallway
their breathe gently swaying cobwebs

the lost souls of my childhood

Frottage and Ink on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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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

 

 

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

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© Dawn Whitehand 2015

More Insomnia

sleep is evasive (3.53 am)
the long dark shadows of night
a security blanket (3.54 am)
enveloping my thoughts
cleansing my mind (3.55 am)
stealing my sanity
eroding my self (3.56 am)

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

 

 

Sunset at the Olgas

smudgy water colour
pastel hues
jagged horizon
haphazardly strewn
perfectly captured
a vibrant backdrop
focusing red rocks
whispering in silence
empty you head
listen… The olgas

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Uluru

buzzing buzzing
tiny black flies sticky
red dusty sweat viscous honey
a rolling ball of heat suspended
fiercely in a bare blue canopy
unsympathetic
blazing heat radiating from a rock
so old so large so red
whispering stories of ancient times

stand still be silent and listen
let the earth tell you the story

Uluru - fine liner and oil pastel on handmade paper

Uluru – fine liner and oil pastel on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Dreaming

a dragging sensation
pulling
clutching my ankles

random voices calling
laughing
whispering my name

a dog barking
hollow
echoing through me

am I awake?
lucid?
or dreaming still?

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© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Yesterday

a chill tingles upward
possessing my bones
lonely aching
missing bright sunny days
spent with you
gently laughing
warm squidgy sand tickling
a fading memory
echoing hollow
gone

Pastels on Handmade paper

Pastels on Handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015