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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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 Two

just beyond my pleading grasp
it lay
tempting my blank memory
ever elusive
I had seen it before
awareness
at that heightened moment
bewteen pain
and
giving life
the meaning of existence
revealed
only to instantly fade
a vague notion
hovering
on the periphery of my soul

the existential truth

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – day one

lying still
my head
sinks deeper
into the pillow

and it arrives

the buzzing
in my body
every extremity
vibrating

to my core

then floating
gradually
an arm
a leg

a sudden pulling

sucked into a vortex
I am flying
escaping the earthbound anchor
that is my body

Astral Travel – Ink on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

I Remember – Day 29 NaPoWriMo

I remember the first time I saw poverty
a shrivelled old woman sitting hoveled, I remember

I remember the first time I felt hungry
a calculator in hand at the supermarket, I remember

I remember the first time I saw powerlessness
a faceless person in a mindless queue, I remember

I remember the first time I felt passion
a niggling feeling slowly awakening, I remember

I remember the first time I saw needless suffering
a forlorn mother cradling her child, I remember

I remember the first time I felt outraged
a life changing epiphany, I remember

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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Today’s prompt www.napowrimo.net – to write a poem based on things you remember.

Why We Need Socialism

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
I stumbled upon a wayward thought, altogether forgotten, and dreary,
what if the world were safe, forever colourful, and cheery,

where would my mind go, wandering on, discovering anew,
uncovering latent  ideas, a final encore, before the final coup,
of government betrayals, and midnight deals, a corporate shrew.

Pencil on Paper

Pencil on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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Prompt for day 25 from www.napowrimo.com
“write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first line), but then goes elsewhere with it”  – so I chose The Raven by Egar Allan Poe … most of my poetry is dark and Poe is a great inspiration to me…. 🙂

 

Sonnet for a Flower

Whilst walking in a meadow last weekend,
I found a flower of strange appearance.
Its stem delicate yet strong would not bend,
Growing in the middle of a clearance.
With misshapen leaves stripped in orange fur,
And prickly bells smiling up at the clouds.
I tried to pick it, impaled on a bur,
and was quite unaware of the mass crowds,
Big black cows watching me from a distance.
Curiouser they crept ever closer,
As fickle beasts I need no assistance,
In backing away no nonsense, no sir!
But alas the object of my desire,
Trampled and crushed a flower never more.

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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Prompt from www.napowrimo.net – a sonnet

Forgotten

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yesterdays lost thought

elusive to grasp
a shadowy silhouette
shrouded in darkness
tantalizing the periphery
but forever irretrievable

buried in the quagmire
they call my mind

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Today…

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a warm breeze tickles the curtain
billowing
gently caressing this now naked body
sweating
breakfast aromas waft up the hallway
enticing
the start of a new day
loving

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

trapped

crashing relentlessly
reverberating in my ears
your scream
piercing my haggard brain
untempered brutality
bruising my pulpy flesh
vitriolic words
destroying my once sane mind

only you

Wax on Paper

Wax on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016