Day One Hundred & Twenty One: 21st November 2012

creation stifled,
brain cloudy,
inspiration fading,
thinking dull,

a setting sun.

A Setting Sun: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day One Hundred & Twenty: 20th November 2012

the squeaky door
was ajar
when you whispered
of me
being with another.

angry words,
unforgiving tone,
hurting sigh.

and I wonder,
why are you still here…

Angry Words: Charcoal on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day One Hundred & Nineteen : 19th November 2012

SUMMER

Pink horizon,
Setting sun,
Blazing orange,
Long shadows cast,
Across emerald grass,
Draped with silver threads
Spiders floating,
Insects dancing,
Warm breeze,
A summer evening.

Summer Evening: Pastel on Handmade Pastel

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Ninety Six: 27th October 2012

leaf falling
gently swirling
windswept
blown away

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Ninety Five: 26th October 2012

THE OTHER SIDE

Red rimmed eyes,
Sunken to watery depths,
Stare aghast over a sharp ridge,
Afraid of what lay,
On the other side,
Scared it may be better…

Better on the other side: Pastel on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Eighty Eight: 19th October 2012

PRECIPICE

Standing upon a windswept precipice,
Kneeling and inching closer to the edge,
Peering unavoidably over the brim,
And wondering,
What it would be like,
To fall….

Precipice: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Eighty Seven: 18th October 2012

SKY BEACON

It was a long walk home,
On that dreary September night.
A mid solstice moon suspended,
Clinging to a clear crisp sky,
Seemingly a lone beacon,
Guiding my futile journey,
Through the moment you said NO…

Sky Beacon: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Eighty Six: 17th October 2012

VOLUPTUOUS

Inspiration waning,
While at noon all is still,
And a quietness envelopes the world,
And thick clouds form a soft blanket,
Warming a voluptuous and fertile land.

But still a barren mind struggles,
And words remain elusive…

Voluptuous: Conte and Oil Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Eighty Five: 16th October 2012

DAMAGED

Where did you go
When the Yelling stopped
And the Door slammed
And the Dreams shattered
Crashing Falling to the ground
And will you be back
All White Knight- Like
Wiping away the Salty Tears
Of Bitterness and Hurt
Or is it too Damaged
Gone now Forever
Buried in the Trauma of Shame?

Damaged: Charcoal on Handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Seventy Eight: 9th October 2012

REACHING

Reaching out,
I touch the empty space,
Where you laid once,
Comfortable warmth long gone,
The pillow print a vague memory,
Only coldness remaining,
Leaching into my soul.

Reaching: Pastel on Handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012