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 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 Fourteen

I stared
unbelieving
open mouthed
palms outstretched
tooing and froing
left foot
right foot
imagine
my surprise

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

The Torment

TIME EXPLODES

and I remember the wretched childhood
the unending moaning
emerging
from behind closed doors
as you mourned what was no longer

yet I was still there

I still am

yet the wretchedness lingers on
ignoring my existence
as though I too never was

but i was

and I still am

Dawn Whitehand Poem

Biro on Handmade Paper

Dawn Whitehand © 2017

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

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

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

 

 

Goodbye Mother Earth

though the sun wept bitter tears
the drenched land remained barren

an unfertile thing made by men
laden with forgotten memories
clogged within thick wet dust

the exhaust fumes of yester-years progress
pathing the burden of tomorrows treachery

and the strangling death of Mother Earth

bushfire 2015

© Dawn Whitehand 2016