NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty four

it is a simple pleasure in which I indulge
laying motionless in the soft warmth
soaking in the smoky haze of my dreams
piecing together the puzzle of the long night
following the clues to rediscover my psyche

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo : Day Twenty Two

what were you doing outside
when you should have been with me
during those last dark moments

were you watching clouds
as I lay pale

were you picking blossoms
as I lay rigid

were you skipping through puddles
as I lay dying

were you… still in love with me?

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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

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

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 Eight

once bright and alert
now dull and watery

your sunken eyes watch me
tracing my uncertain steps

bones protrude delicately
accepting my wrinkled reality

your fragility is unsettling
a reminder of my forever mortality

Digital Drawing from Original Photo

 

© 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