National Poetry Writing Month
April that special time
Poetry composing abounds
Only thirty short days
Writing begins furiously
Resting only briefly
Imagination running rampant
Mastery of the written word
Once a year …
© Dawn Whitehand 2017
National Poetry Writing Month
April that special time
Poetry composing abounds
Only thirty short days
Writing begins furiously
Resting only briefly
Imagination running rampant
Mastery of the written word
Once a year …
© Dawn Whitehand 2017
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
© Dawn Whitehand 2017