Great Expectations

I knew the sun would rise blazing red
and the moon would float lazily in the night sky
I knew a gentle Autumn breeze would rustle through the leaves
as they fell drifting fairy-like to and fro
I thought I knew you would arrive home and we would laugh together happily
I thought I knew we would be blissful forever… I thought I knew

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is in response to the weekly writing challenge  “Great Expectations” http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/great-expectations/

When You Were Gone

bright and summery is my memory of that day
sun jewels sparkling in your fiery hair
your long shadow striding confidently
toward your new life together with me

but you and me were never meant to be
a secret kept hidden by the Universe

untill I saw you buried

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is in response to the weekly writing challenge  “Great Expectations”  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/great-expectations/

Last Sunset

veiled in a murky gray smog
the sun hangs ominously
a blood orange in the sky
huge and simmering anger
eaten by the flat desolate horizon
until it is no more
and only a rippling haze remains

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing (and Napowrimo) Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

The End of the World

the moon rises black
against a dark sky
casting no shadow
reflection-less on still waters
presiding in silence
over a doomed landscape
tinged with putrid blood
fraught and forever condemned

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

Yesterday and Tomorrow and Forever

laughing with friends

it is easy to forget
what happened yesterday
last week
last year

easy to not imagine
what will happen
tomorrow
next week

not easy to forgive
what will happen
forever

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© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

Longing for Tomorrow

cold seeps in through the cracks
an icy chill prickling my pores
ethereal water molecules freeze instantly
falling heavy from the dense laden air
thousands of scattering crystals crashing
refreezing on the dank stone floor
where I lie forever shivering naked
while the blazing sun warms the Earth outside
invisible from the window I do not have

Wax on Handmade Paper

Wax on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

To Exist

I close my eyes
and you disappear
hands over my ears
scathing words now muffled
rolling myself into a ball
I shrink into the corner
futilely trying to disappear
But I don’t
then you hit me

Wax and Pastel on Handmade Paper

Wax and Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Written in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge (and napowrimo)
Check out more entries here: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry

50 Words

you said your love was inFinite
          without boundarIes and free
         longlasting and Forever strong
                enduring Till the end of time
           why did I see You yesterday
   together with another Woman
                   only mOments after leaving me
                     uncaRing now cold and alone
                 discardeD like used trash
                  detrituS blowing in the wind

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This poem is in response to the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge 50 words http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/fifty/

Tempest

gray rumbling clouds amass
thick voluptuous textures
mother nature’s brushstrokes
a painterly landscape she creates
and hangs sumptuously
upon the universe’s gallery wall
but static they are not
the palette pulling and pushing
flashing electricity builds
clapping thunder applauds
the lightshow spectacular begins
night becomes day
momentary shadowy silhouettes dance

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This poem is in response to the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge 50 words http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/fifty/

Six

six years ago I saw you
laughing carefree and surrounded
protected in a crowded room

six friends whispering in your ear
unable to visualise ‘you’ now

here with me

six years later

six years safer

six years over

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

This post was written as part of the WordPress Daily Prompt: Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other

Other participants can be seen here : http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/daily-prompt-six/