Me

the road is long
treacherous
the horizon bleak
unwavering
the closer I get
crawling
the more distant
indifferent
and eventually I vanish
forgotten

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Day One Hundred and Sixty Six: 5th January 2013

Though you speak to me,
I hear you not,
Your words blur,
And your face fades,
Until you are gone.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred and Sixty One: 31st December 2012

I will remain in the dark today, wallowing
despairing for that which never was,
and peering into the distance for a light never lit.
I’ll walk along a line never drawn,
searching for the one never found.
Live happily in a house never built,
And lie in a sun that never shone.
Standing in the rain that never fell,
I will remember the dream never dreamt,
While clinging to a life never lived.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred and Fifty Seven: 27th December 2012

Grey darkness hovered,
A shiny slick,
Insulating death,
Blocking the sun,
Denying warmth,
Protecting coldness,
As it crept further to the edges.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred and Fifty Six: 26th December 2012

Cracked peeling paint chips,
Scattered across a damp concrete floor,
Were the sole random witnesses,
To fading whispers choking,
Trapped within mould strewn walls,
Decay a bubbling neverending stench,
Nothingness And Barren and Doorless.

Ballpoint pen and pastel on handmade paper

Day One Hundred and Fifty Five: 25th December 2012

Soundless footsteps tread lightly,
Down a dusty hallway,
Where no souls ever existed,
Nor any distant echo,
Of the shadowy laughter,
That evaded a torturous existence.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred and Fifty One: 21st December 2012

glowing black
cloudless sky
distant tremble
sudden flash
bright light
hidden pathways
rediscovered

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred & Twenty Five: 25th November 2012

Wispy smoke hazy,
Tendrils spiralling upward,
Licking my nose,
Enticing my taste buds,
Tempting my mind,
Succumb, I must…

Smoke: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day One Hundred & One: 1st November 2012

BLUE

Gray fills the day
and my mind,
Slate coloured.
Tries to imagine blue,
But forgets,
Ensnared in the construct
called Life.

Blue: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Fifty Seven: 18th September 2012

THE GRAY

Hollow eyes stare, hopeless,
Fearful, yet empty.
Tired hands reach out,
Searching, grasping nothing.
A wandering mind, tormented,
Hides from the light,
Trapped in the shadows.
Safe in the delusion,
Of seperation, Of isolation,
Of the gray.

The Gray: Pastel on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012