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

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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